After a few minutes she spoke again.
"Are you going to Morton Hall?"
"I do not know."
"Why?"
"I am afraid she hates me, loathes me. I could not bear to see her turn away from me in terror."
"I wish you would go, Roger."
"Why, mother?"
"Because I love her, and I think, I am sure, you will never be happy unless you do."
"But, mother, do you think that——"
"Nay, Roger, I would not tell you if I could. It is for you to discover that."