Then Mrs. Cameron came. Deirdre brought her into the kitchen.
"It's Mrs. Cameron, father," she said, and left them.
Farrel turned in the direction of her voice. He made a movement towards Mrs. Cameron, who was standing just within the doorway. His hand went out with a seeking motion.
"I ... I can't see you," he said, a little querulously.
Her hand met his.
She knew from his face the desperate and troubled state of mind he was in, and he, hers, from her fluttered breath and the sob that went with it.
"I've come to ask you to keep a promise," she said.
"Yes?"
"You remember the promise?"
For a moment he did not remember any words—any formal undertaking; but he knew to what she referred.