‘No; I must not make myself cry,’ said Violet, quietly. ‘I will not go on, when I have asked you one thing more, and that is, to write to John, and tell him that I thank him for all he has done for me, and that this has been a very happy year. You and John will comfort—’
Violet checked herself, for the tears could only be restrained by silence, and she had made many resolutions against agitation.
‘All you wish!’ exclaimed Theodora; ‘but, indeed, you must not think there is any fear—’
‘I will not talk about it,’ said Violet, in her submissive voice.
‘No; nor think about it.’
‘I try not to do so more than I ought. I am glad you are here!’
It was dark enough for Theodora to allow her eyes to fill with soft tears, without a struggle to keep them back. The pleasure of being valued was very great, and the entire trust Violet reposed on her gave her as deep delight as she had ever experienced. What would it not be after having nursed her and been everything to Arthur! With Violet and Arthur depending on her, she could feel herself good for something, and filling a place in the world.
CHAPTER 19
The lowliest flowers the closest cling to earth,
And they first feel the sun; so violets blue,
So the soft star-like primrose drenched in dew,
The happiest of spring’s happy fragrant birth,
To gentlest touches, sweetest tones reply;
So humbleness, with her low-breathed voice,
Can steal o’er man’s proud heart, and win his choice.