human
I am never going to forget about roads, Tom Gavot. I always think of them as real things, I always have ever since you told me how to see them. I’m sure your roads are going to be very splendid ones.
gpt
They’ll be mighty lonely, just at first,
human
Yes, Donelle nodded,
gpt
That’s the way it will be with me, Donelle, then poor Tom’s face flushed a deep red.
human
You won’t mind, will you, if I tell you something?
gpt
I’d love it.
human
You see, I haven’t ever had any one who cared since my mother died. I never dared tell any one but you about the roads. You seemed to understand; you didn’t laugh. And when I’m off in Quebec and something in me goes stretching over the road until it hurts, it’s going to be you at the other end! You’re not laughing?
gpt
No, Tom Gavot, I’m—I’m crying a little.
human
I think it’s your eyes, they’re like lights. And then you are kind, kind.