Fleda made no answer to that. She sat up and tried to recover herself.
"I hope he will come back in time," said Hugh, settling himself back in the easy-chair with a weary look, and closing his eyes.
"In time for what?"
"To see me again."
"My dear Hugh!--he will to be sure, I hope."
"He must make haste," said Hugh. "But I want to see him again very much, Fleda."
"For anything in particular?"
"No--only because I love him. I want to see him once more."
Hugh slumbered; and Fleda by his side wept tears of mixed feeling till she was tired.
Hugh was right. But nobody else knew it, and his brother was not sent for.