"It's the biggest there is, son. I've just been telling her so."
"Rose? What has Rose said?"
"Not much. Only I had the feeling, when I was with her, that she loved you and didn't hardly know about your loving her. So I came down here."
"You did right to come."
Grannie drew a long breath. The thing was out of her hands, now, she knew. What his hands would do with it did not yet appear. She rose.
"Well, son," she said, "I'll go back. Come with me to the wall. Then I'll manage it alone."
He did go with her, helping her in a tender silence, and at the door she kissed him good-night.
"What time is breakfast, grannie?"
"Eight o'clock."
The next morning when they had assembled in the dining-room, grannie, standing with a hand on the back of her chair, waited. Her face had a flush of expectation. Her eyes sought the window.