I did not wonder at that. It was in Mr. Duncan’s hand, and of course he was surprised at Mr. Duncan writing to me. But I knew all about it and broke open the seal hurriedly. It was very brief.
“My Dear, Dear Friend.
Louis came to me on Sunday evening. I understand how much of the good work has been yours, and have no words to thank you as I ought. God bless you, always. Louis is quite ill. With love to you and yours.
S. Duncan.”
I handed it to papa, saying—
“I shall have to tell you the story, first. I have had a secret since last week, but I could not help it.”
“God be thanked for restoring this last son. Now what is it, Rose?”
I related the particulars of our meeting, and how I had urged Louis to return, but that being bound by a promise of secrecy, I could only wait the result.
“You were quite right;” replied papa. “The good seed has not been utterly wasted. I have great hopes for this young man, after all. Perhaps just this shock was needed to bring him to his senses. Peculiar natures need peculiar discipline.”
“How brave and good you are in your quiet way Rose.” Fan said with her arms around my neck.