“Oh, yes,” he said slowly. “I know she does. But sometimes the surest miracles are the slowest to reach their full perfection.”
“And there are many pilgrims to her shrine who go away again without having beheld a miracle,” she reminded him, still with the same lightness.
“Oh, rather!” he answered gravely. “Still, do you know, Miss Howard, I may be the one exception who proves the rule.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“And what next?” Brock inquired, the next morning.
“Market,” Nancy replied.
“To spend your guinea?”
“Hush!” she bade him, with a startled glance over her shoulder.
“Oh, you needn’t worry. Barth never gets around till the fifty-ninth minute. He’ll wait until the last trump sounds, before he orders his ascension robe, and then he’ll tip Saint Peter to hold the gate open while he puts it on. But what about the market?”
“I am going with the Lady.”