"I knew you would," said Aurelia; "I knew God would save me. Love is
strong as death, you know," she added dreamily: "I think I felt it all
round me in that sleep."
"That was what you murmured once or twice in your sleep," said Betty.
"And now, oh! it is so sweet to lie here and know it is you. And
wasn't _he_ there too?"
"Sir Amyas? Yes, my dear. He came for you. He and my father and
the others are in the other room waiting for you to wake."
"I hear their voices," cried Aurelia, with a start, sitting up. "Oh!
that's my papa's voice! Oh! how good it is to hear it!"
"I will call him as soon as I have set you a little in order. Are
you sure you are well, my dearest? No headache?"
"Quite, quite well! Why, sister, I have not been ill; and if I had,
I should skip to see you and hear their voices, only I wish they would
speak louder! That's Eugene! Oh! they are hushing him. Let me make
haste," and she moved with an alacrity that was most reassuring. "But
I can't understand. Is it morning or evening?"
"Evening, my dear. They are at supper. Are not you hungry?"
"Oh, yes, I believe I am;" but as she was about to wash her hands:
"My rings, my wedding-ring? Look in my glove!"
"No, they are not there my dear, they must have robbed you! And oh!
Aurelia, what have you done to your hair?"
"My hair? It was all there this morning.
Pages:
389
390
391
392
393
394
395
396
397
398
399
400
401
402
403
404
405
406
407
408
409
410
411
412
413