'Should I, when you were waiting?' he asked. 'Oh, what a morning from God! And you, Amelie, among the daffodils.'
She put her arm into his.
'Tell me,' she said, 'did you get there in time? Did your father know you?'
Bertie shook his head.
'No; he knew no one from the time of his seizure. But I am glad I went. He will be buried here on Friday.'
She pressed his arm; that sympathy of touch was more eloquent to him than words.
'And the baby?' he asked.
'Oh, Bertie, so wonderful! Nurse says he will speak in no time at all if he goes on like this. She says she never saw such a clever baby.'
Bertie laughed.
'That is a remark I never heard before,' he said.