"On the contrary, I have had better news than usual from him in his last few letters; but, dear, I may have other anxieties than merely personal ones."
"Our anxieties should send us to God's house, and not keep us away—don't you think?"
"Yes, in most cases. Some day I may explain all this to you, Medoline; but not now."
"Good-bye, then," I said, kissing the sweet, gentle face, and thinking I knew what was keeping her at home. As I passed into the hall, I saw Mr. Winthrop coming down from his own room; but I did not pause to speak, thinking he was on his way to the library. My hand was on the door, when he called me back.
"After inviting me to church, are you going without me?"
I turned and saw that he was taking his hat.
"Are you really going?"
"Yes, really. I would be rude, indeed, to slight your first invitation."
"Do you come this morning merely because I invited you?" I asked, incredulously.
"Do you consider it courteous to inquire too minutely into the motives of your friends?"