She's been so good--good to father--good to all of us.' The boy's eyes shone.
'I thought so!' he said triumphantly.

'Is she up ?' 'Long ago.

Shall I tell her?
I'll ask Nurse.' And in a few more minutes Elizabeth was there.
Desmond had been raised a little on his pillows, and flushed at sight of her.

Timidly, he moved his hand, and she laid hers on it.
Then, stirred by an impulse that seemed outside her will, she stooped over him, and kissed his forehead.
'That was nice!' he murmured, smiling, and lay for a little with his eyes shut.

When he opened them again, he said-- 'May I call you Elizabeth ?' Elizabeth's tender look and gesture answered.