“Good morning, Mrs. Virey,” returned Adam. “How are you—and did your husband awake?”
“I slept better than for long,” she replied, “and I think I know why.... Yes, Virey came to. He’s conscious, and asked for water. But he’s weak—strange. I’d like you to look at him presently.”
“Yes, I will.”
“And how are you after your tremendous exertions of yesterday?” she inquired.
“Not so spry,” said Adam, with a smile. “But I’ll be myself in a day or so. I believe the air down in the valley affected me a little. My lungs are sore.... I think it would be more comfortable for you if we had breakfast in your kitchen. The sun is hot.”
“Indeed yes. So you mean to—to do this—this camp work for me—in spite of——”
“Yes. I always oppose women,” he said. “And that is about once every two or three years. Yo
