That night before she retired to bed she went in as she always did to look at Alister.
The candles burning by his bed and the scent of the flowers seemed almost overwhelming.
She knelt down beside him and murmured,
“Oh, Alister, hurry and wake up. There are such exciting things going on. I have so much to show you.”
As she spoke, she wondered if he would disapprove of it and tell her, as he had told her before, that he would not have her in his house.
‘Why should he change,’ she asked herself, ‘just because he has been ill?’
Then, on an impulse, she bent forward and said,
“Get well, even if you are angry with me. It will be better than you lying here looking so handsome, so young and yet you have gone away to some other world where we cannot reach you.”
She felt as she spoke that h
