When he knocked at her door it was opened for him by Horn. Miss Thompson was in a rocking-chair, sobbing quietly.
"What are you doing there?" exclaimed Macphail. "I told you to lie down."
"I can't lie down. I want to see Mr Davidson."
"My poor child, what do you think is the good of it? You'll never move him."
"He said he'd come if I sent for him."
Macphail motioned to the trader.
"Go and fetch him."
He waited with her in silence while the trader went upstairs. Davidson came in.
"Excuse me for asking you to come here," she said, looking at him sombrely.
"I was expecting you to send for me. I knew the Lord would answer my prayer."