I was close beside them now, and fancied I saw through the dusk the motion of her hand stealing into his.
"Well, Joe, this is just what I wanted," I said. "A woman can be braver than a big smith sometimes. Agnes has done her part. Now you do yours, and tell me all about it."
No response followed my adjuration. I must help him.
"I think I know how the matter lies, Joe. You think you are not going to live long, and that therefore you ought not to marry. Am I right?"
"Not far off it, sir," he answered.
"Now, Joe," I said, "can't we talk as friends about this matter? I have no right to intrude into your affairs—none in the least—except what friendship gives me. If you say I am not to talk about it, I shall be silent. To force advice upon you would be as impertinent as useless."
"It's all the same, I'm afraid, sir. My mind has been made up for a long time. What right have I to bring other people into trouble? But I take it kind of you, sir, though I mayn't look over-pleased. Agnes wants to hear your way of it. I'm agreeable."
This was not very encouraging. Still I thought it sufficient ground for proceeding.
"I suppose you will allow that the root of all Christian behaviour is the will of God?"
"Surely, sir."