Yes, yes; but it’s a sacrifice, nevertheless.
Rörlund.
[Drawing his chair nearer.] Pray don’t speak of it, dear lady. Do not all of you make sacrifices for a good cause? And do you not make them willingly and gladly? The Lapsed and Lost, for whom we are working, are like wounded soldiers on a battlefield; you, ladies, are the Red Cross Guild, the Sisters of Mercy, who pick lint for these unhappy sufferers, tie the bandages gently round the wounds, dress, and heal them——
Mrs. Bernick.
It must be a great blessing to see everything in so beautiful a light.
Rörlund.
The gift is largely inborn; but it can in some measure be acquired. The great point is to see things in the light of a serious vocation. What do you say, Miss Bernick? Do you not find that you have, as it were, firmer ground under your feet since you have devoted your life to your school-work?
Martha.
I scarcely know what to say. Often, when I am pent up in the schoolroom, I wish I were far out upon the stormy sea.
Rörlund.