"Dear Mrs. Grantham," said Charlotte, "how you must have suffered when you lost your dear husband! I can imagine it. I should wish to die."
"There was my little Clair left to me, dear; and life means, not love alone, but duty. I am glad I lived to take care of my child. Do you expect to be married soon, Charlotte?"
"Some time this year, I think."
"When in your position, dear, one thinks one generally knows. I should not be a false prophet if I said for certain this year."
"I think it will be."
"I have not seen your intended, dear."
"He is noble and good," said Charlotte, enthusiastically.
"And loves you with his whole heart, as you love him."
"Yes, it is truly so."
The women kissed each other.