“Have I not kept it?” she murmured.
“Faithfully—and I remind you of it that you may not forget today for a moment that your work is too high and holy to allow a shadow to darken your spirit even for an hour. I have something to tell you that may shock a little unless I warn you——”
She lifted her eyes with a quick look of uneasiness, and studied his immovable face.
“You couldn't guess?” he laughed.
She shook her head in puzzled silence.
“Suppose I were to tell you,” he went on evenly, “that I found a spark of life in your husband's body that morning and drew him back from the grave?”
Her eyes closed and she stretched her hand toward the Doctor.
He clasped the fingers firmly between both his palms, held and stroked them gently.
“You did save him?” she breathed.
“Yes.”