"Yes, Alma, but I shall come often, until Harold is better."
When Edgeway called for Betty, she went down to him directly.
"Come into the library a moment," she said. "Dr. and Mrs. Cadman will be down very soon. I want you to meet them."
She led the way, and he followed her. Betty had not been in this room, since she had directed the men in the hanging of Will Lambert's picture, George's gift to his bride. With this thought, she unconsciously turned toward the portrait.
First she looked casually, then her gaze concentrated. She stopped abruptly in a remark to Edgeway.
"What has struck you?" he asked quickly. "You look as though—"
"Those eyes!" she exclaimed, excitedly clutching his arm,—then she stood speechless.
He turned and followed her gaze. Will's eyes looked at them both with a life-like expression.
"Why, Miss Emmit," exclaimed Edgeway in surprise. "That is the picture of the Salvation Army man!"
Betty made no reply. She stood staring at the portrait, too dazed to think.