'Yes, the living water comes with a will. I remember,in Mme. Lasalle's brook,how busy the drops were. Not in a hurry, but in such sweet haste.'
'True!' said Dr. Arthur. 'Each with a clear bright purpose, if not a plan.'
'Perhaps, best not the plan,' said Rollo.
She stood gravely thinking for a moment, then looked up and shook hands with Dr. Arthur, wishing him good night. But no words came when she gave her hand to Mr. Rollo; onlyperhaps in default of wordsa beautiful, vivid blush.
The room to which the old Norsewoman conducted her was a very plain little place, with whitewashed walls and the simplest of furniture. Gyda manifested some concern lest her guest should suffer for want of a fire. 'But the gentlemen had to have the other room,' she said.
'O the fire is no matter,' said Hazel. 'But where do you sleepwith such a houseful?'
'I have my little nest just by, my lady. I'd be glad to keep it! And yet this is a strange place for my lad to have his home; and it's been his home now for a year, nearly. How much longer will I keep him, my lady?'
Gyda asked the most tremendous questions with a sort of privileged simplicity; she looked now for her answer.
'Keep him?'Hazel repeated the words in a maze.
'Yes, my lady. I know I must lose my lad from this home; but when is it to be?'