"Not if you could rest as well here, but you want rest,
Winnie."
"I couldn't rest so well anywhere!" — said Winifred energetically.
"Then let me take the big chair and give you a chance."
He took it, and took her in his arms again, where she nestled herself down as if she had been a child; with an action that touchingly told him anew that she could rest so well nowhere else.
"Governor —" she said, when her head had found its place — "you haven't kissed me."
"I did, Winnie, — it must have been before you were awake."
But he kissed her again; and drawing one or two long breaths, of heart-weariness and heart-rest, Winnie went to sleep.
The grey dawn brightened rapidly; and a while after, Karen came in. It was fair morning then. She stood by the hearth, opposite the two, looking at them.
"Has she been here all night?" she whispered.
Winthrop nodded.