Madam Wetherill walked into the room and greeted the invalid. There was a flush on his cheek and a brightness in the eye that betokened feverish disarrangement. He began to explain in a quick, excited tone.
"Of course it is thy time. We shall not dispute about the law's decision, though Mr. Chew did think it would not be so good for the child, seeing that our lines are cast in such different places. I hope all will go well with you and she will not add to your cares. I will send over to hear now and then."
"Where is she?" in a half-suspicious manner.
"Primrose!" the lady called.
The child came in reluctantly.
"Yes, yes. James Henry has never shirked a duty. And one is entitled to make a fair fight for the soul that belongs to the faith. It was her father's wish."
"I hope thou wilt mend rapidly. The warm weather is trying." There was no use of argument as to faiths.
He nodded languidly.
"And now I will return. I have a long ride before me, and guests at home. Farewell."
No one made any effort to detain her. There was little persuasion among the Friends, who despised what they considered the insincere usages of society.