“You must go away?”
“Yes. You knew that from him?”
“From what he said—yes.”
“He told me not to stay too long.”
“Perhaps he saw it all. Perhaps he saw something that would keep you.”
“He saw a very great deal.”
They had been gone two hours. Her steps quickened, when she thought of the child.... “Yes, I may as well stay in Auckland,” she said. “Do you know, I should like to stay by the sea—to be near it, for remembering——”
That seemed to come very close to Bellair’s conviction—that her whole life was turned to the saint who had passed.
“A little house by the sea,” he said, his mind picturing it eagerly to relieve the greater matter.
“Just what I was thinking—a little place out of Auckland on the bluffs—overlooking Waitemata—where one could see the ships coming in——”