“I’m glad to see you,” she replied, with the flicker of a smile about her lips.
“‘Let not your heart be troubled.’”
“It is troubled; it is full of trouble. It’s Affy and Cephas; they are deceiving me. They want to get married and deceive me more and more.”
“Shall I tell you how we’ll stop that?” asked Roger, bending confidentially toward her.
“Yes, do. Tell me quick.”
“Let me marry them, and then you will never think they are deceiving you again. What is the reason they are deceiving you now?”
“Because they think I stand between them; they think I’ve always stood between them,” she said, piteously; “but I never did. I was seeking their good.”
“But don’t you think you have sought their good long enough?” he asked persuasively.
“Yes; I’ve worn myself out for their good. I’m worn out now; they’ll have to do for themselves, after this.”
“Who will take care of Affy after you are gone?”