She spoke while watching a flock of sheep trotting clumsily up a
hillside from the noise of the train. "And you?"
"Oh, I'm as happy as--well, as I deserve to be. I'm not _un_happy." A
pause gave emphasis to his question when he said, almost repeating her
tone: "And you?"
"I suppose I ought to say the same." A dozen or twenty rooks alighting
on an elm engaged her attention before she added: "I've no _right_ to be
unhappy."
"One can be unhappy without a right."
"Yes; but one forfeits sympathy."
"Do you need sympathy?"