There was an unnatural sparkle in the hollow eyes, and the flush upon the cheek had not faded away.
Derrick tried to laugh, and moved restlessly upon his pillow.
"So I should imagine," said he. "The fact is—well, you see I have been thinking."
"About—"
"Yes—yes—Grace, I cannot wait—I must hear something. A hundred things might happen. I must at least be sure she is not far away. I shall never regain strength as long as I have not the rest that knowledge will bring me. Will you go to her and take her a few words of gratitude from me?"
"Yes, readily."
"Will you go now?"
"Yes."
Grace would have left the room, but Derrick stretched out his hand and touched him.
"Stay—" he said.
Grace turned to him again.
"You know"—in the old resolute way—"you know what I mean the end to be, if it may be?"
"I think I do."
Grace appeared at the rectory very soon afterward, and asked for Miss Barholm. Anice came down into the parlor to meet him at once. She could not help guessing that for some reason or other he had come to speak of Joan, and his first words confirmed her impression.
"I have just left the Thwaites'," he said. "I went there to see Joan Lowrie, and find that she is not there. Mrs. Thwaite told me that she had left Riggan. Is that true?"
"Yes. She went away last night. She came here to bid me good-bye, and leave a farewell message for you."
