“Then, my child, you have not truly forgiven him. You must pray for yourself, dear—for the gift of the grace of charity,” gravely replied the rector.
No, Gentleman Geff had never asked to see his wife or child: never even referred to either. Mr. Campbell was not sure that the man knew they were in the house.
But one morning, when the rector was sitting beside him, Montgomery suddenly said:
“I think it is a confounded shame that a sick man cannot be permitted to see his wife and child.”
“But you can be permitted to see them. Do you wish to do so?” gently inquired the minister.
“I should think I did. I have never even set eyes on the boy, and he must be about nine months old by this time.”
“Your child is not a boy, but a girl,” said the rector.
“Now there! I did not even know the sex of my own child, who is nearly a year old, and has been under the same roof with me for several weeks. And this a Christian household!”
“If you feel equal to the interview, I will go and call my daughter now and ask her to come and bring the little girl.”
“No. Let her come alone the first time. One at a time is all I can stand.”