solitude.
'I have my sort of life apart from yours.'
'But ours, Lucy, is a beautiful life, or it will be; and you shall share it.'
'I shall share no man or woman's life in this world, as you understand sharing. I think I have one friend of my own, but am not sure; and till I am sure, I live solitary.'
'But solitude is sadness.'
'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy, lies heart-break.'
'But ours, Lucy, is a beautiful life, or it will be; and you shall share it.'
'I shall share no man or woman's life in this world, as you understand sharing. I think I have one friend of my own, but am not sure; and till I am sure, I live solitary.'
'But solitude is sadness.'
'Yes; it is sadness. Life, however, has worse than that. Deeper than melancholy, lies heart-break.'