"I shall never see you, unless you will come to me. Promise me that if ever I have a house you will come to me."
"Of course you will have a house, Mary."
"And you will come and see me,—will you not? Promise that you will come to me. I can never come back to dear, dear Bullhampton."
"No doubt we shall meet, Mary."
"And you must bring the children—my darling Flos! How else ever shall I see her? And you must write to me, Janet."
"I will write,—as often as you do, I don't doubt."
"You must tell me how he is, Janet. You must not suppose that I do not care for his welfare because I have not loved him. I know that my coming here has been a curse to him. But I could not help it. Could I have helped it, Janet?"
"Poor fellow! I wish it had not been so."
"But you do not blame me;—not much? Oh, Janet, say that you do not condemn me."
"I can say that with most perfect truth. I do not blame you. It has been most unfortunate; but I do not blame you. I am sure that you have struggled to do the best that you could."