"Doing all I can, Julia, in every way, to tell people of the Lord
Jesus."
"Was that the work you were going to that horrid place to do?"
"Yes."
"Then I am glad you are sick!"
"That is very unkind of you," said he with a gravity which Eleanor was not sure was real.
"It is better for you to be sick than to go away from England," said
Julia decidedly.
"But if I am not well enough to go there, I shall go somewhere else."
"Where?"
"What have you got in that saucer?"
"Jelly for you. Won't you eat it, Mr. Rhys? There is sago in the basket. It will do you good."