I'd tell you if there was.

Perhaps I'm foolish to be so nervous--but I don't know--that Sister of Charity struck by a bullet--and to think of Ailsa out there under fire--" She closed her eyes and sat shivering in the gray chill of the dawn, the tears silently stealing over her pale cheeks.

Berkley stared out of the window at a confused and indistinct mass of waggons and tents and moving men, but the light was still too dim to distinguish uniforms; and presently Celia leaned forward and drew the curtains.
Then she turned and took Berkley's hands in hers.
"Phil, dear," she said softly, "I suspect how it is with you and Ailsa.

Am I indiscreet to speak befo' you give me any warrant ?" He said nothing.
"The child certainly is in love with you.

A blind woman could divine that," continued Celia wistfully.