"I shall take them every night.

I want to keep them on a chair quite near me so that I can put out my hand and touch them." "Yes, my lamb," Dowie agreed cheerfully.

But she knew she was going to hear something else.

And this would be the third time.
"I want to show them to Donal." The very perfection of her naturalness gave Dowie a cold chill, even while she thanked God.

She had shivered inwardly when she had opened the Tower room window, and so she shivered now despite her serene exterior.