No--it neither
deceived nor startled me; I have often heard it before, when you
were nowhere near. And, that I may answer your question more
completely, I answer it again: Yes, I miss you; so that I hear your
voice through every silence; all voids are gay with it; there are
no lonely places where my steps pass, because you are always near;
no stillness through which your voice does not sound; no
unhappiness, no sordid cares which the memory of you does not make
easier to endure.
"Have I answered? And now, good-night. Gerald has just come in; I
hear him passing through the hall to his own apartments. So I'll
drop in for a smoke with him before I start to search for you in
dreamland. Good-night, Eileen. PHILIP SELWYN."
When he had finished, sealed, and stamped his letter he leaned back in
his chair, smiling to himself, still under the spell which the thought
of her so often now cast over him. Life and the world were younger,
cleaner, fresher; the charming energy of her physical vigour and youth
and beauty tinted all things with the splendid hue of inspiration.
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