“How you must hate me for this!” he said.
“Oh, Joseph! Hate you?”
“The thing is all my fault. A great deal has been my fault for a long while; all the unpleasantness and the misunderstanding.”
She got up and took his hand timidly, as if she feared he might think it too great a liberty. “If you can only understand me for the future, Joseph; understand how I wish and try to make things pleasant to you, I shall be fully repaid: to you most especially in all the house, after your father. I have ever striven and prayed for it.”
He answered nothing for the moment; his face was working a little, and he gave her fingers a grip that must have caused pain.
“If the worst comes of this, and Hugh never is amongst us again, I will go over the seas in the wake of the villain Arne,” he said in a low, firm tone, “and spare you the sight of me.”
Tears began to trickle down her face. “Joseph, my dear—if you will let me call you so—this shall draw us near to each other, as we never might have been drawn without it. You shall not hear a word of reproach from us, or any word but love; there shall never be a thought of reproach in my heart. I have had a great deal of sorrow in my life, Joseph, and have learnt patiently to bear, leaving all things to Heaven.”
“And if Hugh is dead?”
“What I said to Lena, I meant,” she softly whispered. “If God has taken him he is with the angels, far happier than he could be in this world of care, though his lot were of the brightest.”
The tears were running down her cheeks as she went out of the room. Tod stood still as a stone.