If they hadn't
liked YOU it's the sorry time maybe your brother would have."
He paused again, looking at her intently, whilst his fingers
clutched the coverlet convulsively as if to stifle a cry of pain.
"May I ask ye yer name?" he gasped.
"Angela," she said, almost in a whisper.
"Angela," he repeated. "Angela! It's well named ye are. It's the
ministering angel ye've been down here--to the people--and--to me."
"Don't talk any more now. Rest"
"REST, is it? With all the throuble in the wurrld beatin' in me
brain and throbbin' in me heart?"
"Try and sleep until the doctor comes to-night."
He lay back and closed his eyes.
Angela sat perfectly still.
In a few minutes he opened them again. There was a new light in his
eyes and a smile on his lips.
"Ye heard me speak, did ye?"
"Yes."
"Where were ye?"
"Above you, behind a bank of trees."
A playful smile played around his lips as he said: "It was a GOOD
speech, wasn't it?"
"I thought it wonderful," Angela answered.
"And what were yer feelings listenin' to a man urgin' the people
against yer own country?"
"I felt I wanted to stand beside you and echo everything you said."
"DID you?" and his eyes blazed and his voice rose.
"You spoke as some prophet, speaking in a wilderness of sorrow,
trying to bring them comfort.
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