"You may think I am out of my head; but I never was saner in my life. My thoughts are as clear as a bell, and now that I have said what I wanted to, I feel better. That's all—don't you worry about me. Now go to bed. You are to be off in the morning, you know. Good night."
As Gilbert walked out, his mind not altogether clear about his brother, Lucy was at the door waiting to bid her father good night.
"May I come in?" she asked.
"Yes; come along."
"I wanted just to say good night."
"That's right, my girl; and where is Chester?"
"He—I don't know. I think he's retired."
"You're looking so well, these days. Are you happy?"
"Yes, daddy; so happy—and so much better, I believe."