"You have suffered much," he said. "May the rest of your years be years of joy and happiness!"
"God grant it!" she answered. "But it is hardly to be hoped in such fearful times of trouble and uncertainty."
He did not reply at once, but seemed preoccupied. Then he said suddenly, as if continuing his thoughts aloud—
"Why don't you come with me to England?"
"Are you returning, then?"
"Yes, in a few days."
She gave a little cry of joy, then added regretfully—
"It is useless to think of it. There is always that question of passport in the way."
Vaughan reassured her.
"I can arrange all that for you," he said.