She knelt quickly at his side, and took one of his hands between both her own.
“Philip!” she said gently. “I know that––perhaps––it’s a foolish question to ask. You mustn’t call me silly. But––do you believe in miracles?”
“Miracles be damned!” he blurted out. “I’ll see––”
She put her hand over his mouth.
“Listen, Philip!” she went on. “I prayed for a miracle, and it has happened. Perhaps there’ll be another; who knows? We’ll wait and see. If nothing happens, why––Do you think I’m afraid?”
He made no answer, and she needed none.