Dick explained that it was spray blown off.
“How pretty!” exclaimed Clara. “You may fill my lap with it.”
They separated again, and Dick was left with Edith.
“What shall I bring you from Calcutta?” he asked.
“Bring me Dick Rowan safe back again,” was the answer.
Both were silent a little while, then he spoke in a quiet voice: “Ask God to do that, Edith. He has been so good to us, I think he will refuse nothing.”
She looked at him wistfully. “Are you very happy, Dick?”
“Happy!” he exclaimed. “Dear, my very finger-nails shine! Edith, I am so happy that I should be afraid, if I would allow myself to be. But, no; I will trust God when he gives me joy, as well as when he gives me pain.”
While they talked, Mrs. Yorke was walking aside with Clara, and questioning her. “What is the matter with Captain Cary?” she asked. “He has grown very sober lately.”
Clara laughed, rather consciously. “How should I know, mamma?”