"You will remember me, Mona?"
"Remember you? When the tears I shed for Ewan are dry, I shall still weep for you."
There was a faint cry at that moment.
"Hush!" said Mona, and she lifted one hand.
"It is the child," she added. "Come, look at it."
She turned, and walked toward the bedroom. Dan followed her with drooping head. The little one had again been restless in her sleep, but now, with a long breath, she settled herself in sweet repose.
At sight of the child the great trembling shook Dan's frame again. "Mona, Mona, why did you bring me here?" he said.
The sense of his crime came with a yet keener agony when he looked down at the child's unconscious face. The thought flashed upon him that he had made this innocent babe fatherless, and that all the unprotected years were before her wherein she must realize her loss.
He fell to his knees beside the cot, and his tears rained down upon it.
Mona had lifted the candle from the table, and she held it above the kneeling man and the sleeping child.