“Well, you have done me good, you and Dolly, and this blessed little dog. Thank you very much for coming.”
She went out with them to the door and stood on the steps with Tottie in her arms, smiling a goodbye to little Dolly.
“That's the bravest woman I know,” thought Donovan to himself, “and the sweetest save one. Poor Brian! Though, after all, it's a grand thing to love such as Erica even without hope.”
And all the afternoon there rang in his ears the line
“A woman's soul, most soft, yet strong.”
The next day troubles began in good earnest. They were all very silent at breakfast. Raeburn looked anxious and preoccupied, and Erica, not feeling sure that conversation would not worry him, did not try to talk. Once Aunt Jean looked up for a moment from her paper with a question.
“By the bye, what are you going to wear, Erica?”
“Sackcloth, I think,” said Erica; “it would be appropriate.”
Raeburn smiled a little at this.
“Something cool, I should advise,” he said. “The place will be like a furnace today.”