At last Lucy looked up quickly.
'I am glad,' she said with a kind of sob—'glad you think God loves us, and, if Sandy and I were to die, you would find us again.'
Instead of answering, he bent forward quickly and kissed her. She gave a little shrinking movement.
'Oh! that poor cheek!' he said remorsefully; 'did I touch it? I hope Dr. Mildmay won't forget to-morrow.'
'Oh! never mind about it,' she said, half impatiently. 'David!'
Her little thin face twitched and trembled. He was puzzled by her sudden change of expression, her agitation.
'David!—you know—you know what Louie said. I want you to tell me whether she—she meant anything.'
He gave a little start, then he understood perfectly.
'My dear wife,' he said, laying his hand on hers, which were crossed on his knee.
She waited breathlessly.