"Yes, - both."
"Then, unless your minds are known to each other, will there not be danger of mistaken action, on the one part or on the other?"
"Telling them would not prevent that danger," I said.
"They would disregard your views, or you would disregard theirs, - which?"
"I must not disregard theirs," I said low.
Mr. Dinwiddie was silent awhile. I had a sort of cry in my heart for the old dividing of the waters.
"Miss Daisy," he said, "there is one sure rule. Do right; and let consequences break us to pieces, if needs be."
"But," said I doubtfully, "I had questioned what was right; at least I had not been certain that I ought to do anything just now."
"Of course I am speaking in the dark," he answered. "But you can judge whether this matter of division is something that in your father's place you would feel you had a right to know."
I mused so long after this speech, that I am sure Mr. Dinwiddie must have felt that he had touched my difficulty. He was perfectly silent. At last I rose up to go home. I do not know what Mr. Dinwiddie saw in me, but he stopped me and took my hand.