“Eunice was right to tell you. You are no longer a child, Fidelia; and doing God’s will is best, whether we see it now or not;” and much more he said.
Fidelia sat silent and tearless through all, and when he ceased she said—
“You have told me your brother’s opinion, now tell me yours.”
“It is the same as his, only I know better than he could know how great was the strain of the watching, and the anxiety, and the sight of terrible suffering which she bore for years; and I believe that the end may be nearer than he thinks.”
“Yes, Eunice says so. That is what I wished to know,” said Fidelia, rising. “Now I must go.”
“You need not hurry; Jabez has not come.”
Fidelia sat down without a word. All this was not like her. The doctor would have liked to see her tears; but perhaps they might as well wait till she was at home. He had a word to say as to what was best for Eunice.
“Mrs Stone is a good nurse, and she loves your sister, and when you are away—”
“I am not going away,” said she.