‘Well?’ he said; ‘should I go?’
She started, and grew a little pale. His question suggested a possibility that had not occurred to her. That he could leave his work in Black Rock she had hitherto never imagined; but there was other work, and he was fit for good work anywhere. Why should he not go? I saw the fear in her face, but I saw more than fear in her eyes, as for a moment or two she let them rest upon Craig’s face. I read her story, and I was not sorry for either of them. But she was too much a woman to show her heart easily to the man she loved, and her voice was even and calm as she answered his question.
‘Is this a very large congregation?’
‘One of the finest in all the East,’ I put in for him. ‘It will be a great thing for Craig.’
Craig was studying her curiously. I think she noticed his eyes upon her, for she went on even more quietly—
‘It will be a great chance for work, and you are able for a larger sphere, you know, than poor Black Rock affords.’
‘Who will take Black Rock?’ he asked.
‘Let some other fellow have a try at it,’ I said. ‘Why should you waste your talents here?’
‘Waste?’ cried Mrs. Mavor indignantly.
‘Well, “bury,” if you like it better,’ I replied.