"Edwin!"
"Yes, Auntie?"
They were alone now. She had not loosed his hand. Her voice was very faint, and he bent over her still lower in the alcove of the curtains, which seemed to stretch very high above them.
"Have you heard from Hilda?"
"Not yet. By the second post, perhaps."
"It's about George's eyes--isn't it?"
"Yes."
"She's done quite right--quite right. It's just--like Hilda. I do hope--and pray--the boy's eyesight--is safe."
"Oh yes!" said Edwin. "Safe enough."
"You really think so?" She had the air of hanging on his words.