With a glance of apology to Neeld, she followed him and stepped out of the window; there were two steps at the side leading up to it. "I'll be back directly," she cried over her shoulder, as she joined Harry Tristram. They walked to the gate which marked the end of the terrace on which Merrion stood.
"I'm so glad you came! You do believe in me now?" she asked.
"Yes, and I'm not afraid. But do you know—it seems incredible to me—I'm not thinking of that now.
I shall again directly, when it's over. But now—well, Blent won't seem much without my mother."
"She couldn't rest if you weren't there," cried Mina, throwing back the impression she had received, as her disposition made her.
"I haven't changed about that, but it will wait. Three days they say now—three days, or maybe four, and then—she goes."
Together they stood, looking down. Mina's heart was very full. She was with the Tristrams indeed now, thick and thin; their cause seemed hers, their house must stand.
Harry turned to her suddenly.
"Say nothing of this to the Major. Let him alone; that's best. We'll see about all that afterward. Good-by."
"And—and the Ivers?" She could not restrain the question.