"Let it be brighter every day then," said her brother.
"I do try, Governor," said poor Winnie, — "but sometimes I think I don't get ahead at all!"
It was with great tenderness that again he put his arm round her, and drew down her head upon him, and pressed her close to his side.
"Rest! —" said he, — "and trust what is written, that 'they shall praise the Lord that seek him.' 'Wait on the Lord; be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart; wait, I say, on the Lord.'"
"How much better I feel already," said poor Winnie presently.
There was a long silence. Winnie lay there still, and Winthrop was softly playing with one of her hands and striking it and stroking it against his own. The air came in fresh and cool from the sea and put the candle flame out of all propriety of behaviour; it flared and smoked, and melted the candle sideways, and threatened every now and then to go out entirely; but Winnie lay looking at Winthrop's hand which the moonlight shone upon, and Winthrop — nobody knows what he was looking at; but neither of them saw the candle. Winnie was the one to break the silence.
"What sort of a person is she, Winthrop?"
"Who?" said her brother.
"What? — O, I mean — I meant — I meant, who was here to-day, —
Miss Haye."
"You have seen her, Winnie," he said after a moment's hesitation.