But
you are tired out, and must rest. Lie here while I go and tell Sammy
to make ready."
It was when he came back to her that she began to see wherein lay the
change in him that had so struck her.
From her cushions she looked up at him, piteously smiling. "How thin
you are, Will! And you are getting quite a scholarly stoop."
"Ah, that's India," he said.
But she knew that it was not India at all, and her face told him so,
though he affected not to see it.
He bent over her. "Now, Daisy, I am going to carry you to bed as I
used--do you remember?--at Simla, after the baby came. Dear little
chap! Do you remember how he used to smile in his sleep?"
His voice was hushed, as though he stood once more beside the tiny
cot.
She sat up, yielding herself to his arms. "Oh, Will," she said, with a
great sob, "if only he had lived!"
He held her closely, and lying against his breast she felt the sigh he
stifled. His lips were upon the silvered hair.
"Perhaps--some day--Daisy," he said, under his breath.
And she, clinging to him, whispered back through her tears, "Oh,
Will,--I do hope so."
CHAPTER XLVII
IN THE NAME OF FRIENDSHIP
It was very hot down on the buzzing race-course, almost intolerably
so in the opinion of the girl who sat in Lady Bassett's
elegantly-appointed carriage, and looked out with the indifference of
boredom upon the sweltering crowds.
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