“What do you want then?”
“To get him to do it. That he knows, is what makes it so miserable. If he did not know he would not be to blame. He knows what it is and won't do it, and that makes him wretched—as it ought, thank God!”
“You're a nice Christian. Thanking God for making a man miserable. Well.”
“Yes,” answered Dawtie.
George thought a little.
“What would you have me persuade him to?” he asked, for he might hear something it would be useful to know. But Dawtie had no right and no inclination to tell him what she knew.
“I only wish you would persuade him to do what he knows he ought to do,” she replied.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE WATCH.
George stayed with the laird a good while, and held a long, broken talk with him. When he went Alexa came. She thought her father seemed happier. George had put the cup away for him. Alexa sat with him that night. She knew nothing of such a precious thing being in the house—in the room with them.