Her eyes met Grantley's. His were fixed very intently on her.
"I don't," he said. "Is it possible for a man to learn these mysteries?"
His tone and words were light; they were even mocking, but not now with the mockery which hurts.
She flushed a little.
"You'd like to learn?" she asked. "Shall we try to teach him, Frank—to teach him your code?"
"I'll watch you with him."
For a moment she looked at him appealingly, and then knelt on the floor and arranged the toys as Frank had wanted them. The little fellow laughed in triumph.
"How did you know?" asked Grantley.
"I've not lost that knowledge—no, I haven't," she answered almost in a whisper.
The scene was a spur to his newly stirred impulses. He had rejoiced in his wife before now; but the clouds had always hung about the cot, so that he had not rejoiced nor gloried in the mother of his child. His heart was full as he sat and watched the mother and the child.