‘Shall I go to him?’ she asked with timid eagerness and deepening colour.
‘He is sleeping. He said he would come to you,’ I replied.
‘I shall wait for him,’ she said softly, and the tenderness in her tone went straight to my heart, and it seemed to me a man might suffer much to be loved with love such as this.
In the early afternoon Graeme came to her. She met him with both hands outstretched, saying in a low voice—
‘I am very happy.’
‘Are you sure?’ he asked anxiously.
‘Oh, yes,’ she said, but her voice was like a sob; ‘quite, quite sure.’
They talked long together till I saw that Craig must soon be coming, and I called Graeme away. He held her hands, looking steadily into her eyes and said—
‘You are better even than I thought; I’m going to be a better man.’
Her eyes filled with tears, but her smile did not fade as she answered—