“Nor I, Miss Wyman. It is the impression of the moment, but none the less true for that.”
“I feel its truth, and will act upon it; thus a portion of his development will come through my associations, be drawn up through the earthly conditions that surround me. How little we know of the other life, or of this.”
“The two are so conjoined that a knowedge of one cannot but bring with it some truth concerning the other.”
The conversation had been of so much interest that they had not noticed how far into the night it had been protracted, until a sudden glance at the clock led Beatrice to suggest that Dawn might wish for rest preparatory for her journey on the morrow.
“How kind of you to come so soon, Dawn,” said Mrs. Austin, excitedly clasping her to her heart. “I am so sad, and only you can relieve me.”
“What is it? Are you or any of your family ill?”
“No, no. Something worse, much worse to me. Sit by me while I tell you.”
Dawn took the seat, while in hurried, trembling tones, her friend related her story.
“You know my sister Emily, Mrs. Dalton. Well, two days ago I received a letter from her, stating that she had left her husband, and was coming to see me a few days to tell me all, and then go through the world alone.”
“Is that all? I thought something fearful had happened,” said Dawn, looking calmly on her friend.