“I trust not. Your father is embarrassed, but with the advice and assistance of his friends, all, I hope, will be brought to a happy issue.”
“Ah, no! but it is not of our desperate affairs I wished to speak. Tell me of your own. You have been successful in life?”
“Yes, I have been successful, thanks, under Divine Providence, to the constant sympathy and co-operation of my faithful Rosalie.”
Again India hastily raised her hands, to screen the spasm of pain that traversed her countenance; and—“Why will he stab me with that name?” she thought; but she answered calmly—“Rosalie is an amiable woman; how is she?”
“Well, and very busy.”
“And your family?”
“We have no family; we are all the world to each other.”
“Tell me how you have got on since I saw you last.”
Mr. Sutherland began, and told her the principal circumstances of his life since their last parting-dwelling frequently upon his Rosalie’s hope and faith, and persevering energy.
“And so Rosalie has been the angel of his life,” she muttered inaudibly between her white lips.