"Hush, Ruby veg!"
Mona's hand unconsciously pressed the hand of Christian. "Oh," she muttered, and crept closer to his breast. Christian's bowels yearned for the child.
The silvery voice was singing again:
"Who has not heard of Adair, the youth?
Who does not know that his soul was truth?
Woe is me! how smoothly they speak,
And Adair was brave, and a man, but weak."
"I am quite sure a good fairy is coming," said Ruby, cocking her eye aslant at that peg on the dresser.
Christian could bear it no longer. He flung open the door, and snatched up the darling in his arms.