"You are my son's wife ?" he said courteously to this being in a blanket.
She looked up and shook her head slightly, for she did not quite understand; but she recognised his likeness to her husband, and presently she smiled up musingly.

Mackenzie repeated to her what General Armour had said.

She nodded now, a flash of pleasure lighting up her face, and she slid out her beautiful hand to him.

The general took it and pressed it mechanically, his lips twitching slightly.

He pressed it far harder than he meant, for his feelings were at tension.