But she knew that it was not India at all, and her face told him so, though he affected not to see it.
He bent over her. "Now, Daisy, I am going to carry you to bed as I used—do you remember?—at Simla, after the baby came. Dear little chap! Do you remember how he used to smile in his sleep?"
His voice was hushed, as though he stood once more beside the tiny cot.
She sat up, yielding herself to his arms. "Oh, Will," she said, with a great sob, "if only he had lived!"
He held her closely, and lying against his breast she felt the sigh he stifled. His lips were upon the silvered hair.
"Perhaps—some day—Daisy," he said, under his breath.
And she, clinging to him, whispered back through her tears, "Oh,
Will,—I do hope so."
CHAPTER XLVII
IN THE NAME OF FRIENDSHIP
It was very hot down on the buzzing race-course, almost intolerably so in the opinion of the girl who sat in Lady Bassett's elegantly-appointed carriage, and looked out with the indifference of boredom upon the sweltering crowds.