“You are right again,” he answered.
And he contented himself with sitting by his wife’s bed and holding her hand, and occasionally bending down and kissing her forehead.
“If you please sir, to let me go down and bring my mistress up a cup of strong tea and a bit of dry toast, I think if she could be got to take it, it would do her good,” said Pina.
“Go then,” replied Mr. Lyon.
And as the girl left the room, he stooped and whispered to his wife.
“I hope you are better, love.”
“Yes,” she answered.
“I will not try your strength with questions, now; but as soon as you are able, you will tell me what caused your deep swoon.”
She drew his head down to hers and answered in a low, faint voice:
“It was the face at the window.”