McTaggart took her hands in his.
"Tell me now, honestly"—his blue eyes were keen and anxious as he gazed into her moved face. "D'you think, if your brother were alive, he'd give me Jill?"
There came a pause. It seemed to them both that, somewhere near, a shadow hovered, watching them, with a love that had survived the grave.
Then, at last, Miss Uniacke spoke.
"Yes," she answered solemnly—"I think he would. And so will I."
CHAPTER XXXII
"Wave, Peter—oh, do wave! Poor little Roddy!..."
Jill leaned over the steamer rail, watching the pier slowly recede, and, far away, a tiny figure against the sky, arm aloft. Then, as it grew to a black speck and blurred into the distant view, she turned sharply, tears in her eyes.
"I can't bear leaving him!" she cried.