“Hush, Quincy. There is no possible connection between the two events.”
“I disagree with you. I think I am the connection, but I don't really think one caused the other.”
“I should say not. You are not often cynical.”
“I am not, dear. Only when one does a good deed he must not expect to be repaid in exactly his own coin.”
“Did Mr. Scates offer to repay you?”
“He did, and I told him to give it to some poor fellow who needed it.”
“Quincy, I don't know which to admire most. Your good heartedness, or your ability to make one sum of money perform many good actions.”
The home coming to Fernborough Hall was a sad contrast to the pleasure of the evening before. They found Aunt Ella in bed with two doctors in attendance. Though weak, and failing fast there was no diminution of her mental powers. She expressed a wish to see Quincy alone.
“Quincy, your wife's faith has made a new woman of me. I have always wished to live for ever, I had such a fear of death and uncertainty as to the future. My fears are all gone.
“The same Power that put me in this world and has given me so many blessings, with some sorrows, so that I would properly appreciate the blessings, will take care of me in the next. I have never been a wicked woman, but often a foolish one. The most foolish thing I have ever done was to doubt the faith your wife had that you were still alive. She's an angel.