“But I’m feeling as well as I ever expect to feel.”
“Don’t say that,” he remonstrated. “You’ll regain your health and strength—and again be happy.”
Sadly shaking her head, she replied:
“I’ll regain my health and strength, I hope. I must do so for baby’s sake; she needs my care and protection. But, for me, happiness is a thing of the past.”
“Why do you say that?” he asked.
She turned away her face and made no reply. The woman holding the babe arose and sauntered to another part of the tent.
“Why do you say that for you happiness is a thing of the past?” Douglas pursued. “You are young, Amy—life is all before you——”
“Listen!” she interrupted. “I say there is no further happiness for me, because my heart is broken—is dead within me.”
For some seconds both were silent, neither looking at the other. At last he inquired:
“Where will you go when you leave here?”