moment, and Sarah looked away from him, though she was conscious that he was gazing fixedly at her face.

But she did not know that he saw neither her blushing cheeks, nor the groups of tall fern on the red earth-bank beyond her, nor the whitewashed cob walls of Happy Jack's cottage.

His dreaming eyes saw only Lady Mary in her white gown, weeping and agitated, stumbling over the threshold of a darkened room into the arms of John Crewys.
"You said you wished it," said Sarah.
She stole a hasty glance at him, half frightened by his silence and his pallor, remembering suddenly how little the fulfilment of his wishes could have to do with his personal happiness.
The doctor recovered himself.

"I wish it with all my heart," he said.
He tried to smile.

"Some day, if you will, you shall tell me how you managed it.