"If you sent me away now," Rosemary said, "I should break my heart with longing to be near you. But—I didn't know whether you would not rather be alone——"
"Alone? I should indeed be alone if you went away. Now that the children are not here . . . and Maurus must be kept very quiet—I should be very lonely if you went."
Rosemary gave her hand a little squeeze.
"But Jasper will be coming soon," she said. "I am sure you won't want him."
"Lord Tarkington is so kind," Elza replied gently, "and he would be company for you. The doctor is sending me a couple of nursing sisters from Cluj, but you know what Maurus is. He gets so impatient if I am not there. So we shall not see much of one another. But it would be a comfort to me to know that you are in the house."
"You are an angel, Elza, and I am glad that you axe not sending me away. If you did I should not go very far. Probably to Cluj. I could not exist far away from you whilst I had a glimmer of hope. In my heart, darling," Rosemary went on earnestly, "I am still convinced that God will not permit this monstrous injustice. Something will happen. You will see. You will see."
"It would have to be a miracle, my dear," Elza said dully.
"God has accomplished greater miracles before this," Rosemary retorted firmly.
Elza smiled. She, poor dear, obviously did not believe in miracles.
After a moment or two she said: