"There is some comfort in that. Promise that whatever may come, you will always trust me."
He held out his hand, and Lucia put hers frankly in it.
Just at that moment there was a stir, and Mrs. Costello called "Lucia."
CHAPTER XI.
Mrs. Costello woke up gradually from her doze. She had been dreaming of Cacouna, and that Maurice and Lucia were sitting near her talking of his journey to England. She opened her eyes and found herself in a strange room which she soon recognized, but still it seemed as if part of her dream continued, for she could hear the murmur of two voices, very low, and could see Lucia sitting in the adjoining room and talking to somebody. Lucia, in fact, had forgotten to keep watch.
Mrs. Costello listened for a minute. It was strangely like Maurice's voice. She sat up, and called her daughter.
Lucia started up and came into the salon. She bent down over her mother, and kissed her to hide her flushed face and happy eyes for a moment.
"Are you rested, dear mamma?" she asked.
"Yes, darling. Who is there?"