“We are staying at the Continental. I hope we shall not lose sight of you.”
“I don’t want ever to lose sight of you, Mrs. Belmont,” cried Sadie. “Oh, you must come to the States, and we’ll give you just a lovely time.”
Mrs. Belmont laughed, in her pleasant, mellow fashion.
“We have our duty to do in Ireland, and we have been too long away from it already. My husband has his business, and I have my home, and they are both going to rack and ruin. Besides,” she added slyly, “it is just possible that if we did come to the States we might not find you there.”
“We must all meet again,” said Belmont, “if only to talk our adventures over once more. It will be easier in a year or two. We are still too near them.”
“And yet how far away and dream-like it all seems!” remarked his wife. “Providence is very good in softening disagreeable remembrances in our minds. All this feels to me as if it had happened in some previous existence.”
