The query took him altogether by surprise, but he made shift to answer it with becoming seriousness.
"I suppose I do. Why?"
"It is a time to pray to Him," she said softly; "to pray very earnestly that Mr. Galbraith's life may be spared."
He could not let that stand.
"Why should I concern myself, specially?" he asked; adding: "Of course, I'm sorry, and all that, but——"
"Never mind," she interposed, and she left her chair to walk beside him to the steps. "I've had a hard day, too, Kenneth, boy, and I—I guess it has got on my nerves. But, all the same, you ought to do it, you know."
He stopped and looked down into the eyes whose depths he could never wholly fathom.
"Why don't you do it?" he demanded.
"I? oh, God doesn't know me; and, besides, I thought—oh, well, it doesn't matter what I thought. Good-night."
And before he could return the leave-taking word, she was gone.