"Yes, sir."—
"And you knew that I had guarded—that I had tried to guard you against any such possibility?"
Faith paused. "Yes, I knew,—but Endy, that couldn't make any difference."
"It did not—How, could not?"
"It ought not," she said softly and colouring.
"Can you tell why?"
"You know, Endy, it was better,—it was right,—it was better that I should work for myself."
"Never, Mignonette—while I could work for you. How do you expect to manage when you are my wife?—And do you think I had no right even to know about it?"
"I thought—now was the best time—" Faith said.
"Am I to learn from this and similar instances what my wife will expect of me if I chance to be sick or in trouble?"