She got up from the fern-bed and said, "Yes, we will come.

My troubles have made me selfish." "Now, God be praised! You lift a load from my heart, Rachel.

You will come at once?
Put together what you will need and we will take it with us." "And the house ?" "It will be all safe.

If you like I will ask George Hamon to give an eye to it while you are away.

Perhaps--" Perhaps she would decide to remain with him at Belfontaine, but experience had taught him to go one step at a time rather than risk big leaps when he was not sure of his footing.
So, while she gathered such things as she and the boy would need for a few days' stay, he strode back down the sunny lane to La Vauroque, to leave word of his wishes with Hamon's mother.
And Philip Carre's heart was easier than it had been for many a day, as they wound their way among the great cushions of gorse to his lonely house at Belfontaine.