“It is for you to forgive, father.”
“Your voice has grown kinder. Eleanor—you are my eyes. Help me to see him as he is to-day. He is taller?”
“Yes,” she answered.
“He is tanned?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
“I can see him! I can see him! He has grown handsome, my boy, eh?”
She met Barnes’ eyes steadily.
“Yes,” she answered, “I think you could say that.”
“Where is Philomela?” he demanded suddenly. “She should be here to see my boy.”
“She is downstairs, Daddy. She—she was a bit overcome.”