"You're doing wrong, Matthew," said she slowly. "You were always such a headstrong boy, but I never thought you would be such a cruel boy. Religion is right, so far, but not farther."
Matthew said nothing, but went out the door and down the road to pay a last visit to Millie. Mrs. Sassaman did not make him uncomfortable even for a moment—such is the sustaining power of a good conscience. He supposed that she was alluding to Ellen, but what she said was unimportant.
On Saturday morning he told Ellen the hour of his wedding.
"It will be in the afternoon in the Saal. I suppose you will hardly come."
"I can't, Matthew."
"You take things too hard, Ellen. We've got to live, no matter what happens!"
"But not rejoice!" said Ellen tragically to herself. Then she said aloud, "You'll come here for supper before you go away?"
"We'll go to her folks for supper. You are invited also, but I said I didn't think you would go. We'll come here later."
"You're going away for a trip?" asked Ellen, suddenly alarmed. "I don't mean for a long trip, but for a little journey?"
"Of course not. I don't approve of such celebrations; they're expensive and they accomplish nothing but the spending of money. We shall come home."