No reply came.
"If you could get a little rest—"
"This is rest," he said dreamily.
Some minutes went slowly by. It was impossible that Mr. Rawdon should arrive yet. Annie did not like the heavy silence. It filled her with a nameless dread.
"Father, I think you want food. May I get something?"
"No, darling. I am very comfortable."
"Really comfortable? You don't feel ill? Is it only rest that you want?"
"Only—rest," he said.
Another prolonged silence.
"The depths of His mercy—" she heard at length whispered.