Of course I could not say that I did not think Angus was included in the “we.” But the momentary trouble in Flora’s eyes, as she glanced at him, made me feel that she saw it, as indeed I could have guessed from what I had heard her say to Mr Keith.
“Well, my lassie,” my Uncle Drummond went on, “while I fear we do not all deserve the compliment you pay us, yet have you ever thought what those two roads are, and what end they have in view?”
“Yes, Uncle, I can see that,” said I. “Heaven is at the end of one, I am sure.”
“And of the other, Cary?”
I felt the tears come into my eyes.
“Uncle, I don’t like to think about that. But do tell me, for that is what I want to know, what is the difference? I do not see how people get from the one road to the other.”
I did not say—but I feel sure that my Uncle Drummond did not need it—that I felt I was on the wrong one.
“Lassie, if you had fallen into a deep tank of water, where the walls were so high that it was not possible you could climb out by yourself, for what would you hope?”
“That somebody should come and help me, I suppose.”
“True. And who is the Somebody that can help you in this matter?”