“I think I’ve left my spectacles in the other room,” she said. She went out into the hall, leaving her son alone.
And Herbert stood with his head raised, looking toward the door, eagerly, like a lover waiting for his bride.
Then Clare came in. There was a smile about her lips, and she spoke cheerfully.
“Well, you see I wasn’t long.”
Herbert strode toward her and took her hands and raised them to his lips.
“Clare, sweetheart! Is it true? Have you been called back to me?”
Clare put her forehead down against his chest.
“I never went very far away,” she said.
Presently Herbert spoke again with great cheerfulness.
“I say, Clare. It’s a funny thing!”