"
Again Mrs. Adair smiled, but she did not raise her head from the book
which she was reading, so that it might have been some passage in the
book which so amused and pleased her.
"I thought so," she said, but in so low a voice that the words barely
reached Ethne's ears. They did not penetrate to her mind, for as she
looked across the stone-flagged terrace and down the broad shallow
flight of steps to the lawn, she asked abruptly:--
"Do you think he has any hope whatever that he will recover his sight?"
The question had not occurred to Mrs. Adair before, and she gave to it
now no importance in her thoughts.
"Would he travel up to town so often to see his oculist if he had
none?" she asked in reply. "Of course he hopes."
"I am afraid," said Ethne, and she turned with a sudden movement towards
her friend. "Haven't you noticed how quick he has grown and is growing?
Quick to interpret your silences, to infer what you do not say from what
you do, to fill out your sentences, to make your movements the
commentary of your words? Laura, haven't you noticed? At times I think
the very corners of my mind are revealed to him. He reads me like a
child's lesson book.
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