Once more Rachel exhibited a face of repose; but almost immediately her eyes flew wide.
"All?" she echoed, "you said all?"
Simon repeated his words stoutly.
"André too?"
He bent his head with a stifled "yes."
At something in his voice, she managed to lift herself, and as she looked at him a colourless and piteous smile came upon her lips.
"Not André," she said.
"Why do you say that?" and, settling her on the pillows, he affected to laugh at the fancy, but her changed aspect alarmed him.
"Because of your face, because I did not see André after—" Her features seemed hidden beneath a veil of dumb suffering. Then her whole countenance shut on a thought; an immense concentration chained her. Directly she felt for his hand.
"André is still here?" she asked.