“Go in, lucky man,” said Adrien. “Go in, and thank God for your good fortune.”
He paused at the door, turned about and looked at her with grave eyes. “Miss Templeton,” he said in slow, reverent tones, “all my life shall I thank God for His great mercy tae me.”
“Don't keep her waiting, man,” said Adrien, waving him in. Then McNish went in and she closed the door softly upon them.
“There are only a few great moments given to men,” she said, “and this is one of them for those two happy people.”
In ten days Annette was pronounced quite fit to return to her family. But Patricia resolved that they should have a grand fete in the Maitland home before Annette should leave it. She planned a motor drive in the cool of the day, and in the evening all their special friends who had been brought together through the tragic events of the past weeks should come to bring congratulations and mutual felicitations for the recovery of the patient.
Patricia was arranging the guest list, in collaboration with Mr. Maitland and the assistance of Annette and Victor.
“We will have our boys, of course,” she began.
“Old and young, I hope?” suggested Mr. Maitland.
“Of course!” she cried. “Although I don't know any old ones. That will mean all the fathers and Vic, Jack, Hugh and Rupert, and Malcolm—”
“Ah! It has come to Malcolm, then?” murmured Vic. “Certainly, why not? He loves me to call him Malcolm. And then we will have Mr. Matheson. And we must have Mr. McGinnis—they have become such great friends. And I should like to have the Mayor, he is so funny. But perhaps he wouldn't fit. He DOES take up a lot of attention.”