Mr. Rossitur looked thoughtful and disquieted. Fleda's tears were pouring again.
"I will not trust him," he said; "I will not stay in the country!"
"But you will come home, uncle?" said Fleda, terrified.
"Yes, my dear child yes, my dear child!" he said, tenderly, putting his arms round Fleda again, and kissing, with an earnestness of acknowledgment that went to her heart, her lips and brow; "you shall do what you will with me; and when I go, we will all go together."
From Queechy? from America? But she had no time for that thought now.
"You said, 'for Hugh's sake,' " Mr. Rossitur observed, after a pause, and with some apparent difficulty; "what of him?"
"He is not well, uncle Rolf," said Fleda; "and I think the best medicine will be the sight of you again."
Mr. Rossitur looked pale, and was silent a moment.
"And my wife?" he said.
His face, and the thought of those faces at home, were too much for Fleda; she could not help it. "Oh, uncle Rolf," she said, hiding her face, "they only want to see you again now!"