“But I brought George with me—”
“Yes, I know, but I want you to take Carrington—the Lord knows what we are coming to here in West Tennessee; I must have word that you reach home safe.”
“Very well, then, I'll ask Mr. Carrington. Good-by, Charley, dear!”
Norton seemed to summon all his fortitude.
“You couldn't have done a kinder thing than come here, Betty; I can't begin to tell you how grateful I am—and as for my loving you—why, I'll just keep on doing that to the end. I can see myself a bent, old man still pestering you with my attentions, and you a sweet, old lady with snow-white hair and pink cheeks, still obdurate—still saying no! Oh, Lord, isn't it awful!” He had lifted himself on his elbow, and now sank back on his pillow.
Betty paused irresolutely.
“Charley—”
“Yes, dear?”
“Can't you be happy without me?”
“No.”