"I hope it will be as you say, Ambrose, but, my dear, you are overtired; we oughtn't to discuss souls and eternities and stuff like that. It is sleep you want, Ambrose."
"I'm not sleepy."
He bent over her, his big hand on her head. "I am glad you are well," he said.
She heard him go downstairs and out of the house, late as it was. A few minutes afterwards Evie came in.
"Where is Sault going?" she asked. "I saw him stalking up the street as though it belonged to him. And oh, Chris, what do you think Ronnie says! Mr. Steppe is marrying that girl who came here—Beryl Merville!"
"Fine," said Christina absently.
She knew now and her heart was bursting with sorrow for the man who had gone out into the night.
XV
"The Parthenon" occupied an acre of land that had once been part of a monastery garden. Until Mr. Moropulos with his passion for Hellenic nomenclature had so named it, the old cottage and its land was known by the curious title: "Brothergod Farm", or as it appeared in ancient deeds, "The Farmstead of Brother-of-God."