Jack Bruce's wife, meanwhile--forgotten Jack--stood by the hearth, gazing at the fire. She was a little creature, slight and erect, with a small head, small ears, small hands and feet. Yet somehow she did not strike one as short; one thought of her as having the full height of her kind, and even as being tall for so small a person. This effect was due, no doubt, to her slender litheness; she was light and cool as the wind at dawn, untrammelled by too much womanhood. Her features were delicate; the oval of her face was perfect, her complexion a clear white without color. Her lustreless black hair, very fine and soft, was closely braided, the plaits arranged at the back of the head as flatly as possible, like a tightly fitting cap. Her great dark eyes with long curling lashes were very beautiful. They had often an absent-minded look. Under them were bluish rings. Slight and smooth as she was--the flesh of her whole body was extraordinarily smooth, as though it had been rubbed with pumice-stone--she yet seemed in one way strong and unyielding. She was quiet in her looks, in her actions, in her tones. Eve had now choked down her tears. "I sent Powlyne with some cherry-bounce," said Miss Sabrina, giving Eve's hand, secretly, a last pressure, as they came back to the hearth. "Your maid will find it--such a nice, worthy person as she seems to be, too; so generally desirable all round. If she is really to leave you to-morrow, you must have some one else. Let me see--" "I don't want any one, thanks," Eve answered. Two spots of color rose in her cheeks. "That is, I don't want any one unless I can have Jack?" She turned to Cicely, who still stood gazing at the fire. "May Jack sleep here?" "With Dilsey?" said Cicely, lifting her eyes with a surprised glance. "Yes, with Dilsey. The room is large." "I am sure I don't care; yes, if you like. He cries at night sometimes." "I hope he will," responded Eve, and her tone was almost fierce. "Then I can comfort him." "Dilsey does that better than any one else; he is devoted to her; when he cries, I never interfere," said Cicely, laughing. Eve bit her lips to keep back the retort, "But _I_ shall!" "It is a sweet idea," said Miss Sabrina, in her chanting voice. "It is sweet of Miss Bruce to wish to have him, and sweet of you, Cicely, to let him go. We can arrange a little nursery at the other end of this room to-morrow; there's a chamber beyond, where no one sleeps, and the door could be opened through, if you like. I am sure it will be very nice all round." Eve turned and kissed her. Cicely pushed back a burning log with her foot, and laughed again, this time merrily. "It seems so funny, your having the baby in here at night, just like a mother, when you haven't been married at all. Now I have been married twice. To be sure, I never meant to be!" "My precious child!" Miss Sabrina remonstrated.