Mrs. Ranger waited eagerly to see if her friend would commit herself to a definite statement. But Mrs. Simpson was much too wary for that; so Mrs. Ranger nodded her head, and pursed up her lips, and managed to convey the impression that “she could an’ she would” unfold a tale.
But this was some days after Sidney met Vashti in the narrow hall of the Dole parsonage.
“I am here, Vashti,” he whispered, kissing her.
“Yes, how glad I am!” she answered simply.
“Can I speak to you just a moment, dear, before I go to see him?”
“What is it?”
“Do you remember,” he whispered hurriedly, “that you promised old Mr. Didymus that he should marry us? Vashti, I have waited so long. I tremble before the responsibility of the life I have chosen. Strengthen me with the fulfilment of your promise to better keep mine.”
Just then Mr. Simpson came in.
“He’s askin’ if you be come yet,” he said to Sidney. “I—wouldn’t wait long before seein’ him if I was you; he’s sinkin’.”
“I will come in at once,” said Sidney. Mr. Simpson turned and re-entered the sick room.