What is it?"
Daisy turned in her arms, holding her in a clasp that was passionate.
"My darling," she whispered very earnestly, "I would give all I have
in the world to know you happy with--with the man you love."
Silence followed the words. Muriel had become suddenly quite still;
her head was bent.
"Don't--don't bar me out of your confidence," Daisy implored
her tremulously. "There is so little left for me to do now.
Muriel--dearest--you do love him?"
Muriel moved impulsively, hiding her face in her friend's neck. But
she said no word in answer.
Daisy went on softly, as though she had spoken. "He is still waiting
for you. I think he will wait all his life, though he will never come
to you again unless you call him. Won't you--can't you--send him just
one little word?"
"How can I?" The words broke suddenly from Muriel as though she could
no longer restrain them. "How can I possibly?"
"It could be done," Daisy said. "I know he is still somewhere in India
though he has left the Army. We could get a message to him at any
time."
"Oh, but I couldn't--I couldn't!" Muriel had begun to tremble
violently. There was a sound of tears in her deep voice. "Besides--he
wouldn't come."
"My dear, he would," Daisy assured her. "He would come to you directly
if he only knew that you wanted him.
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