"One of these fine days perhaps I'll tell you," replied Philip.
But Philip never told him. One of these fine days Mr. Hart discovered for himself.
The light was out, and Mr. Hart knelt by a corner of his stretcher, and prayed for a few minutes. He was praying for his daughter, and thinking of her; he beheld her pretty face very plainly in the dark room. Philip saw the shadow of the kneeling man; it made him very tender towards Mr. Hart.
"Heathen that I am!" he whispered to himself. "I haven't knelt at my bedside for many a long month."
Then he prayed in silence, without getting out of bed.
"Are you comfortable, Philip?" asked Mr. Hart presently.
"I am very happy," replied Philip. "Good night--God bless you."
"And you, my boy. Good night."
Philip thought, "I am glad my Margaret has had such a protector. God bless everybody."
The next moment he was asleep.