"Isn't that dreadful? The engines are scarcely moving; I know we won't get in till five, and the bridge begins at three. There is nothing but disappointments in this world. Oh, yes, why don't you wear a cross? Not so much for the ornament, of course. I got this one at Tiffany's and it cost me ten pounds. But, as Mr. Bartlett said, the cross stands for sacrifice, so I don't begrudge it. I think, in this world of sin and sorrow every one should wear a cross. We're going a little faster now, don't you think?"
"Yes, madam, I think we are—and I do wear a cross—if you have not forgotten your question."
"Oh, you do. I am so glad. Where? I suppose you've changed your clothes. But I never noticed it before."
"No, I don't think you have seen it."
"Oh, I see, lots of men carry them under their vests. But I think we should let the world see it. Do you carry yours next your heart?"
"No, madam, deeper still," said Mr. Blake.
