"And give up your appointment--your public life?" she cried in dismay.
He smiled at her faintly, as though trying to console her.
"Yes; I shan't be missed, and I shall do better by myself. I understand the wheat and the land. They are friends that don't fail one."
Elizabeth flushed.
"Mr. Anderson!--you mustn't give up your work. Canada asks it of you."
"I shall only be changing my work. A man can do nothing better for Canada than break up land."
"You can do that--and other things besides. Please--please--do nothing rash!"
She bent over to him, her brown eyes full of entreaty, her hand laid gently, timidly on his.
He could not bear to distress her--but he must.
"I sent in my resignation yesterday to the Prime Minister."