But still there was no mention of Donelle going to him, and the girl asked no questions.
At last Law was driven into the open. He was in despair. He'd got Norval to the studio, but there he seemed to find himself up against a wall.
He took Donelle into his confidence.
"Perhaps if we could get him to Point of Pines," she suggested, her own longing and homesickness adding force to the words. The noise and unrest of the city were all but killing her.
"No," Law shook his head. "I touched on that but he said he'd be hanged, or something to that effect, if he'd be carried like a funeral cortege to Point of Pines."
"Doesn't he ever speak of me?" The question was heavy with heartache and longing.
"No, and I wonder if you can get any happiness out of that? You ought to."
The deep eyes were raised to Law's.
"Yes. I see what you mean," Donelle smiled. Then: "Man-Andy, there are times when I think I must go to him. Fling everything aside and say 'here I am!'"
"There are times when I've wished to God you could, Donelle, but I asked the doctor and he said a shock would be a bad thing. No, we must wait."