The injured man lay motionless.
“Is theer loife i' him yet?” asked Joan. “He looks as if theer might na be.”
“There is life in him,” Grace answered; “and he has been a strong man, so I think we may feel some hope.”
CHAPTER XXXVII - Watching and Waiting
The next morning the pony-carriage stopped before the door of the Curate's lodgings. When Grace went downstairs to the parlor, Anice Barholm turned from the window to greet him. The appearance of physical exhaustion he had observed the night before in Joan Lowrie, he saw again in her, but he had never before seen the face which Anice turned toward him.
“I was on the ground yesterday, and saw you go down into the mine,” she said. “I had never thought of such courage before.”
That was all, but in a second he comprehended that this morning they stood nearer together than they had ever stood before.
“How is the child you were with?” he asked.
“He died an hour ago.”