“You have said nothing yet!”
“Dear Denham, how can I not be pleased—for you?” she asked tearfully. “You would not wish me to pretend that we shall not miss you terribly—every hour! But indeed I am thankful. I know how you have suffered. And this will do you good. He is better even now, is he not, Lucille?”
“Jack seems to have come in time to take my place,” remarked Denham, which Jack declared to be “a truly heartless observation.”
“Mademoiselle de St. Roques will have to petition the Emperor next on my behalf! Eh, Mademoiselle?”
One grey shadow lay on Ivor’s happiness, of which Jack alone was allowed a glimpse, when the two were together late at night.
“If it had but been to serve once more under him!” broke from Denham, in a tone which Jack too well understood. The sorrow of that loss, to those who had known John Moore personally, could end only with life itself.
(To be continued.)