Aveline looked at him, and marked the unquiet expression of his face.
"See how few wishes I have," said she; "how everything has been anticipated by your kindness," turning her eyes upon her mother. "I have nothing left to say at this hour."
Mrs. Fitzpatrick, as white as marble, pressed her daughter's hand to her lips.
Mr. Haveloc, struck with awe at the presentiment which seemed to fall upon them all, did not venture to speak.
"Mamma—little Jane," said Aveline, after a pause.
"Yes, my love; you know we arranged that matter the other day," said Mrs. Fitzpatrick, with wonderful calmness.
"Yes—yes," said Aveline.
"I think," said Mr. Haveloc, looking at Mrs. Fitzpatrick, "I had better ring for Mrs. Grant."
"Who's that?" asked Aveline quickly. "It was I who spoke," said Mr. Haveloc. "I wished to send for your nurse, for I do not like you to be up at this hour."
"No—no; do not move me," said Aveline.