"What has that to do with faith?"
"Faith can sustain; that's all."
"And your faith sustained you?"
"What else was there to sustain when day after day brought, not a choice of pleasures, but the question, Shall I live or die?"
"Poor Madge! Dear Madge! And you didn't let me know. I don't suppose I could have helped you, though."
"No; not then."
"Madge," he said, earnestly, "won't you promise me one thing? If you ever should have trouble of any kind again, won't you let me help you, or at least try to?"
"I'll see how you behave," she said, laughing. "Besides, it's not women's place to make trouble for men. The idea! Our mission is to soothe and console you superior beings."
"Women do make a power of trouble for men. Mother Eve began wrong, and—"
"And Adam laid all his misdeeds on her weak shoulders."