“It is one of the deepest hopes of my existence,” he said, “to give you back to him the best of daughters. Be good, my darling, be good, even if you die of sorrow because of it.”
The intensity had faded to a deep sadness, and there came a silence.
“Would you like me to go now, uncle?” I asked.
“I wish I could see Mr. Day at once,” he returned, “but I am so far from strong, that I fear both weakness and injustice. Tell him I want very much to see him, and will let him know as soon as I am able.”
“Thank you, uncle! He will be so glad! Of course he can't feel as I do, but he does feel that to do anything you did not like, would be just horrid.”
“And you will not see him again, little one, after he has taken you home, till I have had some talk with him?”
“Of course I will not, uncle.”
I bade him good-bye, had a few moments' conference with Martha, and found John at the place appointed.