He half groaned, and turned his head away.
"What makes you wish that so much?" said he, after a minute or two.
"Because I want you to be happy," said Ellen "and I know you can't without."
"Well, I am pretty tolerable happy," said he; "as happy as most folks, I guess."
"But I want you to be happy when you die, too," said Ellen
"I want to meet you in heaven"
"I hope I will go there, surely," said he, gravely "when the time comes."
Ellen was uneasily silent, not knowing what to say.
"I ain't as good as I ought to be," said he presently, with a half sigh: "I ain't good enough to go to heaven I wish I was. You are, I do believe."
"I! Oh no, Mr. Van Brunt, do not say that; I am not good at all I am full of wrong things."
"Well, I wish I was full of wrong things, too, in the same way," said he.