Sir John looked after them and shook his head.
"Rotten," he said. That a man could bring his light o' love to this grim carnival of pain!
X
Late in the afternoon Christina received a note delivered by hand.
"Mother, would you mind if I spent the night with Miss Merville?"
Mrs. Colebrook shook her head without speaking. In these days she lived in an atmosphere of gloom, for she had adopted the right of chief griever.
"Nobody else seems to care about poor Mr. Sault," she had said many times. "I really can't understand you, Christina, after all he has done for you, I won't say that you're heartless, because I will never believe that about a child of mine. You're young."
"Do you think Mr. Sault would like to know that you go weeping about the house for his sake?" asked Christina patiently.
"Of course he would! I would like somebody to grieve over me and I'm sure he'd like to know that somebody was dropping a silent tear over him."