"I supposed you would; in fact, I meant you should hear."
"Well, I am so glad! You don't know how glad! Only I can't bear the thought of losing you."
"Don't begin to worry yet! I shall not go at present."
"Well, I wish you all possible joy, and I feel sure you'll have it—with such a good man. My married life was short,—only one year,—but it was packed full of happiness. I have had the memory of that all these years."
"Was it sudden?"
"Like that!" She snapped her fingers. "We were in New York—on a pleasure trip!" She smiled sadly. "A runaway horse struck him down—he was gone in an instant!"
Tears sprang to the eyes of the listener.
"Now I ought not to have told you!" Mrs. Albright said regretfully.
"Yes, you ought! I am glad you did! I knew you had had sorrow; but I didn't know just what it was."
"Death isn't the worst thing that can happen," she smiled. "I try to think only of the happiness I've had, instead of the rest. And, my dear, I cannot wish you any greater joy than I had as long as Jack was with me."