"You, Robert!" said Amy, in a tone of sadness and reproach.
"I feel so sometimes, Amy."
"What, with your wife's love?"
"You have the boy to care for. You love him so much, Amy."
"Yes," said she in a tone of disappointment.
"See! there he comes up the walk."
"Yes," she said again, but never turned her head or heeded Bertie's "Mamma!" "Mamma!"
"I love you better than Bertie, Robert," she whispered softly a moment after.
He did not reply; but she felt his arm tighten on her hand and press it slightly to his side. She did not return the pressure, she was only half satisfied as she left him and went up the terrace steps, while Robert's eyes followed her wistfully, until even the skirt of her dress swept through the door out of sight.
Ah! had she only remained with him a little longer.