"Who is this friend?"
"He is a friend of Father's who was here this afternoon."
"What is his name?"
"I don't know."
"Where does he live?"
"I don't know."
"Does he know anything of this?"
"No."
"You didn't write this after your father died, Ellen?"
The words at first merely paralyzed. When their import was clear, she could say nothing. Her silence was to Grandfather condemning—alas, for the human soul which is unsupported by Christian principles!