"We have been waiting for you to breakfast with us, Loyd." Then turning to Drummond, she added, "We shall look for you at dinner, Colston. Always bear in mind that you are at home at Belvoir."
Drummond bowed in silence, and with one glance at Morton, who had advanced a step, still holding the drapery, he passed into the hall, accompanied by Hubert.
The moment the drapery fell into place again, Serena Effingham advanced impulsively and kissed Morton with the maternal fervor which had ever been her wont with him.
"What a debt we owe you, Loyd, dear," she murmured beneath her breath, while her eyes lingered upon the swaying folds that hid Drummond from her view.
"Address your thanks to God," he replied, steadily, holding her in his arms.
"You have saved her life!"
"Say rather that He has spared her."
"She would have died had you not come to us."
The firmness of his glance never wavered for an instant as he answered,
"That is true; but we must bear in mind that I am but an instrument in the hands of the Almighty."