'I wonder if there's a chance.'
'I don't know what it is,' she murmured, but instinctively she had guessed something of it.
'I don't want to think about it any more at present.'
'Shall I read to you?'
'Yes, do.'
She quietly arranged a pillow behind him and took up a newspaper.
He often liked her to read to him; he never listened to a word of it, but it was soothing.
She had taken up 'This Morning's Gossip' from The Daily Mail, and she began in the soft, low, distinct voice reading from The Rambler:
'Lord Redesdale says that when Lord Haldane's scheme for a Territorial
Army was on foot he took it to the—'
Aylmer stopped her.