"Before you see him again you will have forgotten him," said Lawrence comfortably. "Do you not think you could forget America, if somebody would make you mistress of such a place as this?"
"And if everybody I loved was here? Perhaps," said Dolly, looking round her at the soft swelling green turf over which the trees stretched their great branches.
"But," said Lawrence, lying on his elbow and watching her, "would you want everybody you love? The Bible says that a woman shall leave father and mother and cleave to her husband."
"No; the Bible says that is what the man shall do; leave father and mother and cleave unto his wife."
"They work it the other way," said Lawrence. "With us, it is the woman who leaves her family to go with the man."
"Mr. St. Leger," said Dolly suddenly, "father does not look well. What do you think is the matter with him?"
"Oh—aw—yes! Do you think he doesn't look well?" Lawrence answered vaguely.
"Not ill—but not just like himself either. What is it?"
"I—well, I have thought that myself sometimes," replied the young man.
"What is the matter with him?" Dolly repeated anxiously.