The crisis is over and everything going on satisfactorily."
She murmured something in her native tongue and turned away her face. He
waited a minute or two, until she brushed her handkerchief across her
eyes and raised her head somewhat.
"Come," said he, "we will go in now. I hear you have had no breakfast.
Do you want to be ill, too? Mrs. Jenkins will get you something. We
can't have two invalids on our hands."
She accompanied him, with the silent obedience she had shown all the way
through; she only said, in a low voice, as he opened the door for her,
"I wonder if Leo will ever know how kind you have been to every one?"
This was a happy day for that household, though their joy was subdued;
for a shadow of possibilities still hung over them. And perhaps it was
the knowledge that now there was every probability of the greater danger
being removed that caused a certain exaggeration of minor troubles and
brought them to the front. When Mangan begged his betrothed to go out
for a five-minutes' stroll in the Park before lunch, he found, after
all, that it was not his and her own affairs that claimed their chief
attention.
"I don't know what to do, Francie," he said, ruefully.
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