But she laughed.
'They are alive—they are together, and not in the Benevolent Asylum. My darling, I don't mind in the very least.'
'Molly,' he cried, 'you cannot dream how bad it is! It is Dunks' selection; we have been there four years!'
She trembled again, for she had seen Dunks' selection, and the memory of it was yet in her mind.
But again she laughed.
'It will have made them all hardy,' she said; 'I can see it has done so, or Roly wouldn't be sleeping out of doors.'
'My wife,' he said, 'my wife, my wife!'
They clung together.
'The past is gone,' she whispered. 'I will never leave you again.'
'My wife, my wife!'