“Oh, no, I shall die, and the time is not far off,” said Rene, mournfully. “I hope he will find a woman who will love him, and be better to him than I have been, for you cannot begin to think how kind he is. I never knew until I saw how he repaid me for my wickedness.”
“Do not be disheartened; you may be happy yet.”
“Why,” she said, impatiently, “don’t I tell you I am going to die? The doctor says so, and the only thing to do is to get ready for it when it comes, but oh, how I dread it. It must be awful to die and not know what you are going to.”
“Yes, that is the most terrible part of all.”
“I know by some of your books that you must be a good Christian.”
“Oh, no, I am not a good Christian, but I try to live up to the commandments and the golden rule.”
“I wish I could be like Scott’s father; he wasn’t a bit afraid to die.”
“Perhaps he led a Christian life.”
“Oh, yes, he did; he was good to everybody, but I have been very wicked. I don’t see how I can help it now.”