She had spoken no word; yet at the first sight of her Ronnie knew that the cloud which had been between them, was between no longer.
"Helen," he said; "Oh, Helen!"
CHAPTER XIX
UNTO US A CHILD IS BORN
Ronnie laid down his bow, and put his right arm round his wife.
He still held the precious Infant of Prague between his knees, his left hand on the ebony finger-board.
"My darling!" Helen said. "So we shall be at home for Christmas after all. How glad I am!"
He looked at her dumbly, and waited.