“I should think so. It is in my bag—”
“No, not this moment; I like to know it. And mammy—poor mammy—”
“She is as comforted as she can be that you have Cranky and me; and then papa’s being proud of you has cheered her—oh! so much.”
“I’m glad they can comfort themselves—”
“But, Herbert, dear, you must be much better; I did not expect to see you so well.”
“I am not so bad between whiles,” said Herbert, wearily. “And, while I can, I’ve got something to tell you that will make it up to you, and a great deal more.”
“Make it up?” said Jenny, looking with bewildered eyes at the dear face.
“Yes, I made Gadley consent. The Rector has it in writing, and it will do quite as well if I die. O, Jenny, woman, think of my never knowing what you had gone through!”
“Is it about Archie?” said Jenny, beginning to tremble.
“Yes. It will clear him.”