Dominey led the way upstairs, curiously gratified at her lingering progress.

He took her to the door of her room and looked in.

The nurse was sitting in an easy-chair, reading, and the maid was sewing in the background.
"Well, you look very comfortable here," he declared cheerfully.

"Pray do not move, nurse." Rosamund held his hands, as though reluctant to let him go.

Then she drew his face down and kissed him.
"Yes," she said a little plaintively, "it's very comfortable .-- Everard ?" "Yes, dear ?" She drew his head down and whispered in his ear.
"May I come in and say good night for two minutes ?" He smiled--a wonderfully kind smile--but shook his head.
"Not to-night, dear," he replied.