“Like this? Always; for when you came, all trouble seemed to go, and I felt that I was safe.”
The voices paused, and Sir Gordon sat up, leaning upon his stick and thinking aloud.
“Well, I have always hoped it would be so—no, not always; and now it seems as if he were going to rob me of a child.”
He sat gazing straight before him, seeing nothing of the soft blue sea and sky, nor the many shades of grey and green that rolled before his eyes, for they were filled with the face of Julia Hallam.
“Yes,” he said at last. “Why not? Ah, Bayle! Where is Julie?”
“With her mother now. Sir Gordon—”
“Hush! I know. I’ve nought to say but this: God bless you both!”