Please don't answer or try to see me. That would simply make things harder for us, but not change my plans.
It is my religion that has done it, Mason. Do you remember that I once told you, when it came to the big things I didn't believe I would dare disobey? I was right in this respect that I can't bring myself to disobey, but it is not so much from fear as I thought it would be. It is a sense of "ought." That is the only way I can put it. I have a feeling, tremendously strong, but hard to define in words, that I ought not, that I must not go on with what we planned.
This feeling is stronger than I am, Mason. That is all I can say about it.
So good-bye. May God bless you and make you prosperous and happy in this life and the next one. This is my prayer, my dear.
Georgia.
The nurse took the letter to the mail box in the office and when she returned, looked at her patient curiously, saying, "Your husband is waiting downstairs to see you."
"Do you mind asking him to come up, nurse?"
Jim, who had now been in the city for a month, had lost some of his open-air tan and regained a portion of his banished poundage, but still he looked far better than Georgia had seen him for years. He made a favorable impression upon her from the instant he crossed the threshold. He was the Jim of the earlier rather than of the later years of their married life. His aspect seemed to confirm the truth of the revelation which she had received concerning him.
"How do you do," she asked formally.
"Very well, thank you," he replied. "How do you do?"