“It is the dream of my life to see that country, and my husband always refused to take me there.”
“For some good reason, no doubt.”
“I believe he had a dread of fever. I know of no other reason.”
“You are prompt to take advantage of your independence.”
“Indeed, aunt, I have no idea of that kind. God help me! my independence is a sorry privilege. But if any country could help me to forget my sorrows, that country would be Italy.”
“And after the winter? Do you mean to live abroad altogether?”
“I don’t know what I may do. I have thoughts of entering a sisterhood by and by.”
“Well, you must follow your own course, Mildred. I can say no more than I have said already. If you make up your mind to renounce the world there are sisterhoods all over England, and there is plenty of good work to be done. Perhaps after all it is the best life, and that those are happiest who shut their minds against earthly affections.”
“As you have done, aunt,” said Mildred, with respect. “I know how full of good works your life has been.”
“I have tried to do my duty according to my lights,” answered the spinster gravely.