But it has. She was oddly startled at the sepulchral sound with which her question fell on the banter of the other two, and she saw the shadow of the same surprise flit across Alida's clear pupils. I suppose so. One just has to wait. Ned broke in.
Life's too short for a ghost who can only be enjoyed in retrospect.
But it turned out that in the event they were not destined to, for within three months of their conversation with Mrs. Stair they were established at Lyng, and the life they had yearned for to the point of planning it out in all its daily details had actually begun for them. Dorsetshire had attracted them from the first by a semblance of remoteness out of all proportion to its geographical position. They've been able to lay the butter so thick on every exquisite mouthful. The feeling had never been stronger than on the December afternoon when, waiting in the library for the belated lamps, she rose from her seat and stood among the shadows of the hearth. Her husband had gone off, after luncheon, for one of his long tramps on the downs.