"One without price, and yet one free to all—to the king and to the beggar alike."
"And yet hitherto it has been beyond my reach. Tell me what it is, sweet wife, that I may drink and live, too."
"Oh, Richmond, if you would—if you only would!" she said, catching her breath.
"Why should I not? Name it, Georgia."
"It is called Faith, Richmond."
He looked up reverentially, and his face was very grave.
"I think I know; and yet, hitherto it has been only a word to me. I have seen it personified in two—in your little friend Emily, and in—"
He paused and his face worked.
"In whom, Richmond?"
"In Charley. Oh, Charley! oh, my brother!" he cried, in passionate tones as he began pacing rapidly up and down.