"And the likes of me to have forgotten it! He sent ye his best love, darlint, and ye were to eat a fine breakfast before ye went out." The sad eyes smiled at her from the bed, half-gratified, half-incredulous, like the eyes of a lonely child who listens to a fairy-tale.

"It was like him to think of that, Biddy.

But--I wish he had stayed a little longer.

I must get up and go and find him." "Hasn't he been with ye through the night ?" asked Biddy, bent again to her task.
"Nearly all night long!" The answer came on a note of triumph, yet there was also a note of challenge in it also.
"Then what more would ye have ?" said Biddy wisely.

"Leave him alone for a bit, darlint! Husbands are better without their wives sometimes." A low laugh came from the bed.