For reply, she rose and went to the little writing desk where the Aydelot papers were kept. Taking therefrom two documents, she placed them in Carey’s hands.
“Read these,” she said, “then promise me that in the hour when Leigh needs my help you will let me help her.”
They were the will of Francis Aydelot and her own will. How much of sacrifice lay in that act of hers, only Horace Carey could understand.
“Read these,” she said, “then promise me that in the hour when Leigh needs my help you will let me help her”
“I promise gladly, Miss Aydelot. I see why you are willing to give up little Leigh now,” he said, looking up with eyes filled with sincerest admiration. “You are a wonderful woman. You have the same Aydelot heritage of endurance and patience and the large view of duty that characterizes your cousin Asher. Your setting is different. I hope the time may come soon when Ohio and Kansas will not be so far apart as they are tonight.”
He rose and took her hand in his.