“I never wish to see him again,” said Frederica. “He shall never see mama again, if I can prevent it.”
But her anger went away with the departure of the priest, and now she was very miserable.
“But, Fred, if it is true that we are all wrong, and that mama is going to die before—”
Selina shuddered.
“Selina! God is good, and Christ has died; you said it yourself.”
“Yes, God is good. He will teach us.”
“And He will take care of mama and all of us. And if mama does not go to heaven, I am sure I do not care to go there either,” said Frederica, with a great bout of weeping.
“God is good, and Christ has died,” repeated Selina softly. “He will teach us.”
“But I never wish to see Mr Jerome St. Cyr again,” said Frederica.
But he came again, just as usual, in a day or two. Mr St. Cyr was there with the mother and the children when he came in, and the brothers exchanged looks of surprise at the encounter, for they had never met in Mrs Vane’s house before. Mr St. Cyr looked on with a little amused curiosity to see how his brother would be received.