“Really,” he replied wearily, “I must leave the ‘strikes’ and such things to take care of themselves just now. The Johnsons send their love. They were all well, and most kind and hospitable. But, my dearest wife, I feel concerned about yourself; you look fagged and pale. Come, sit down for a few minutes, and tell me all about it. There, the fire’s burning up a bit; and now that I have got you for a while, I must not let you slip through my fingers. Just lay your bonnet down; you’ll have plenty of time to dress for dinner. I don’t like these evening meetings. I am sure they are good for neither mind nor body. You’ll wear yourself out.”
“Oh, nonsense, dear John; I never was better than I am now—only a little tired now and then. But surely we are put into this world to do good; and it is better to wear out than to rust out.”
“Not a doubt of it, my dearest Agnes; but it is quite possible to keep the rust away without wearing yourself out at all; and, still more, without wearing yourself out prematurely. At the rate you are going on now, you will finish up your usefulness in a few years at the farthest, instead of extending it, please God, over a long and peaceful life.”
Mrs Prosser was silent for a few moments, and then she said: “Are you not a little unreasonable, dear John? What would you have me give up? If all were of your mind, what would become of society?”
“Why, in that case, I believe that society would find itself on a much safer foundation, and surrounded by a much healthier atmosphere. But come, now, tell me, what are your engagements for next week?”
“Why, not so many. To-morrow is Christmas-day, you know, and the next day is Sunday, so that I shall have quite a holiday, and a fine time for recruiting.”
“Good! And what on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, etcetera?”
“Let me see, John. On Monday and Thursday mornings Clara Thompson and her sister come here, and we read French, German, and Italian together; and on Monday evening we meet at Clara’s mother’s to practise for the amateur concert. On Tuesday morning I have promised to help poor Miss Danvers.”
“Miss Danvers! Why, what help can she need from you?”
“Come, dearest John, don’t be unfeeling; she is over head and ears in debt, and—”