The bromide was acting strongly now. The bird with the broken wing had gone. There was a strange rhythmical throbbing in her ears. It was the Boy's aeroplane; but it had started without him. She knew sleep was coming; merciful oblivion. Yet now she was too happy to wish to sleep.
The Boy drew nearer.
"Oh, Boy dear, I love you so," she whispered into the throbbing darkness; "I love you so."
"I know you do, dear," said the Boy. "It is almost unbelievable, Christobel; but I know you do."
Then she put up her arms, and drew him to her breast.
Thus the Boy—though far away—marched round.
"And the evening and the morning were the sixth day."