CHAPTER V
Evelyn awoke from a long, quiet sleep to find her husband sitting by her side and gazing upon her as if he thought her the greatest of earthly treasures.
“Dear Max,” she said, smiling up in his eyes, “it is so sweet to have you so close—keeping guard over me as if I were the dearest of earthly possessions.”
“That is just what you are, love,” he returned, leaning over her and kissing lip and cheek and brow. “And this little darling comes next,” he added, looking down at the sleeping babe by her side.
“Ah, she is a treasure, oh, such a treasure to me—but I am sorry for your sake that she is only a girl.”
“Only a girl!” he exclaimed. “I am glad she is that. I would not have her anything else; and I hope she will prove a second edition of her mother.”
“Thank you, my dear,” Eva said with a smile. “But she must have a name, and what shall it be?”
“Whatever pleases her mother,” replied Max, returning the smile.
“No, I think the decision should rest with her father,” Eva said, with her low, sweet laugh.