"You echo my thought, Rachel. I have already discharged the servants, and have paid what is due to them. They expressed their sorrow, for I think they have an affection for us, but the separation is unavoidable. To-morrow they take their departure, and to-morrow, dear love, we must move into humbler quarters."
"I am content," said Rachel, "I am happy. We have each other. Do all the servants go--all?"
"No; one insists upon remaining. I could not convince her that it would be for her good to leave us."
"Prissy!" cried Rachel.
"Yes, Prissy, the foolish woman. With or without my consent she insists upon sharing our poverty."
"Dear, faithful Prissy! Do you remember the first night she came to us in Gosport? What changes there have been since that time! Let it be as she wishes, love; I know her constant, devoted nature. She will be a comfort to both of us."
"It shall be as you say, Rachel; a faithful heart like hers is a treasure."
Rachel paused before she spoke again, and Aaron, gazing upon her, held his breath, for he divined what was coming. She took his hand, and held it between her own.
"Kiss me, love," she said, her voice trembling from emotion. He pressed his lips to hers in silence. "I have been a great trouble to you, dear."
"You have been the blessing of my life, Rachel," he said in a low tone.