“Miss Merton, you have shown me many persons who need consolation, but there is one you say nothing about.”
“Have I, sir? Who? Oh, I think I know. Old Dame Clayton?”
“No, it is a young demoiselle.”
“Then I don't know who it can be.”
“Guess.”
“No, sir,” said Susan, looking down.
“It is yourself, Miss Merton.”
“Me, sir! Why, what is the matter with me?”
“That you shall tell me, if you think me worthy of your confidence.”
“Oh, thank you, sir. I have my little crosses, no doubt, like all the world; but I have health and strength. I have my father.”