"And when shall I?"
"In a few years."
"A few years! But in the mean time, John, what shall I do without you? If I could see you once in a while but there is no one here not a single one to help me to keep right; no one talks to me as you used to; and I am all the while afraid I shall go wrong in something; what shall I do?"
"What the weak must always do, Ellie; seek for strength where it may be had."
"And so I do, John," said Ellen, weeping; "but I want you; oh, how much!"
"Are you not happy here?"
"Yes, I am happy; at least I thought I was half an hour ago as happy as I can be. I have everything to make me happy, except what would do it."
"We must both have recourse to our old remedy against sorrow and loneliness; you have not forgotten the use of it, Ellie?"
"No, John," said Ellen, meeting his eyes with a tearful smile.
"They love you here, do they not?"