Gerald, sitting on a hassock before the fire with hands clasped about his knees, looked up with shining eyes:
“You don't understand, Mater! All this has been the price they've paid for each other. A great love like theirs comes high. One must pay for it with suffering. Jove, it was worth it! That one look they gave each other, there at the end—“,
“But the dear, dear Doctor,” interrupted Mrs. Ivy, “laid away only seven months ago!”
“Six months and three weeks,” corrected Mr. Gooch testily.