‘Really?’
‘Really and truly.’
‘You swear it?’
‘Yes, I do.’
‘O Frank, you can’t think what a relief that is to me. That dear, good, helpful, little lady—it really made me cry this morning when I thought how she had been used.’
‘How, then?’
‘I have been reading that green-covered book of yours, and he seemed so cold and so sarcastic and so unsympathetic. He never seemed to appreciate all that she did for him. He had no thought for her. He lived in his books and never in her—such a harsh, cruel man!’
Frank went upstairs, and returned with a volume in his hand.
‘When you have finished the ‘Life,’ you must read this, dear.’
‘What is it?’