“Yes.”
He had moved to avoid contact with her… Then the wave of tenderness came sweeping over him again, and he felt as if the ground were slipping beneath his feet.
“Will you say your prayers to-night, Glory?” he said.
“Why not?” she answered, trying to laugh.
“Then why not say them now, my child?”
“But why?”
He had made her tremble all over; but she got up, walked straight across to him, looked intently into his face a moment, and then said, “What is the matter? Why are you so pale? You are not well, John!”
“No; I am not well either,” he answered.
“John, John, what does it all mean? What are you thinking of? Why have you come here to-night?”