"Yes, at once. I have toiled on till I can toil no more."
"Is it possible that you are so ill, yet show it so little?"
"It's the quiet mind, the doctor says, that keeps me up. He said that if I had worried, it would have hastened my death. Thank God, I have learned to cast all my care on Him, and He has cared for me."
There was silence for some minutes. What might be mistaken for dogged submission, Mrs. Grey recognized as the kind of faith that travels across and moves mountains. She was decisive in all her ways always knew her own mind, and now came to a very rapid conclusion.
"Does Margaret know?"
"No, Madam. Would you be willing to break it to her?"
"Yes; and I will see that your last days are made as comfortable as possible. Leave everything to me. On the day you are to leave your employer's, send Margaret to me. I will tell her what is before her. Poor child! her distress will be dreadful."
"Would it be right for us to have no farewell?"
"No, no, indeed, you shall have a farewell. Leave everything to me."