There was a long silence, during which the door was pressed slowly open; but they did not heed, and he who entered heard his child’s words come almost in a whisper.
“Some day,” she said; “some day when time has softened all these griefs. Your own words, Duncan.”
“Yes,” he said, “my own.”
“Hah!”
They did not start from their embrace as that long-drawn sigh fell upon their ears, but both asked the same question with their eyes.
“Yes,” said George Vine gravely as he took Leslie’s hand and bent down to kiss his child, “it has been a long dark night, but joy cometh in the morning.”