'Well, my dear child, is that anything to be so distressed about?'
'Don't you care?' she exclaimed, looking up joyfully.
'To be sure I care, but only on your account, and'—
'Oh, never think of me. I shall be the most light-hearted creature in the world. I was only afraid—afraid'—
'Of what, pray?'
'I cannot tell. That—that—perhaps—perhaps—you would not—that—papa's losing everything might make a difference in your feelings. Now don't be angry. (Hiram was looking grave.) I did not really think it would; but—but the bare possibility has made me so very unhappy—so very, very unhappy!' and she began to cry again.
'Come, Emma, you must not be so foolish. Sit down now with me, and let me say a few words to you; for your father will want me in a few minutes, and I shall have to be with him all the evening.'
'Oh, I am so glad; you will be such a comfort to him. I know you will.'
Hiram made no reply; both took their seats, and then he spoke.
'Emma,' he said, in a tone so solemn and important that it struck terror to her soul, she knew not wherefore—'Emma, this is a momentous period of your life, and everything depends on the steps you take'—