He could only look at her.
“What is it?” more softly.
As if the thing had been left over in his mind, and required clearing away, he answered:
“Are—are the rooms rented?”
She laughed, came closer than the light.
“We are alone—only the child. I could not let any one come—the rooms seemed yours.... I thought you would come. It was time enough to change when I heard from you——”
“The little Gleam——”
“Yes, he is here.... Oh, did you know what it meant to us—when you went away?”
“I knew what it meant to me——”
“After the open boat and the days together here—you knew all?”