"I wish what is best for you—only that."
"I fear I cloud your happiness. You are too kind-hearted."
She smiled a little bitterly. "Please stay—don't think of me."
"Again, I repeat, you are too kind-hearted. Never imagine that I can be happy if you are not;" and I looked at her keenly, but she turned away instantly, saying:
"Well, then, I'll be very happy, and will test you," and she returned to her room.
"Mrs. Yocomb," I said quietly at the dinner-table, "I've written to the office saying that my friends do not think I'm well enough to return yet, and asking to have my leave extended."
She beamed upon me as she replied:
"Now thee's sensible."
"For once," I added.
"I expect to see thee clothed and in thy right mind yet," she said, with a little reassuring nod.