He felt very old as he went upstairs. He stood for a long time in
front of his wife's picture. How sweet she had been in her
forget-me-not gown--how little and tender! Their love had burned in a
white flame--there would never be anything like that for him again.
He waked in the morning, however, ready for all that was before him.
He was a man who dwelt little on the past. There was always the day's
work, and the work of the day after.
His appetite for the work of the coming day was, it must be confessed,
whetted somewhat by the thought of what he would say to Hilda.
They had an early breakfast, with Jean between her father and Derry and
eating nothing for very happiness.
There was the start in the opal light of the early morning, with a
faint rose sky making a background for the cross on the College, and
the chimes saying "Seven o'clock."
Jim and Mary Connolly came out in the biting air to see them off. Then
Mary went over to the church to pray for Jean and Derry. But first of
all she prayed for her sons.
The Doctor, arriving at his office, at once called up Hilda.
"I must see you as soon as possible.
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