"Bring your knitting to the parlor and see."
Veronica came in to tell me that Ben was coming in a week.
"Glad of it."
"Sends love to you."
"Obliged."
"Calls me 'poor girl'; speaks beautifully of his remembrance of mother, and—"
"What?"
"Tells me to rely on your faithful soul; to trust in the reasonable hope of our remaining together; to try to establish an equality of tastes and habits between us. He tells me what I never knew,—that I need you—that we need each other."
"Is that all?"
"There is more for me."