The two men stood by in silence. Their heads were bowed in reverence. They, too, felt something of the woman’s grief.
But presently Peter Blunt raised his head. His kindly blue eyes were full of sympathy. He moved across the intervening grass, and laid a hand with infinite tenderness upon the woman’s shoulder.
“We must take him with us,” he said gently.
The woman started, and looked up through her tears.
“Take him? Take him?” she questioned, without understanding.
Peter nodded.
“We’ll take him to––his new home.”
Eve bowed her head and covered her eyes with her hands.
“He’s yours, Eve,” the man went on softly. “Shall I?”
The woman nodded silently and rose to her feet. Peter stooped and picked the boy up in his arms to carry him as he had carried him before. Then he moved off and Eve followed him.