—No more on the earth ... no more in the hearts of them that knew her.
Have I not lost a wife too? ... a wife as beautiful as the day, George, and as good as beautiful?
—No more in the very heart of him, her adopted father, who sat by her and supported her when she drew her last breath——
Dear George ... would you break the old man’s heart? why should I not speak of them that are dead, as freely as of—
The children ... the children, Matthew—how are they?
The children?
I have work to do before I sleep. It grows late ... how are they?
No longer what they were, when you saw them about my table five years ago....
I dare say not—five years are an age to them.
But they are better now than they were at the time of the trial; we begin to have some hope now—