“Yes, and your husband also. Porteus and I discussed the matter. You must not think us busybodies, dear.”
A kiss was the surest answer.
“I was afraid when James first spoke of it.”
“Afraid?”
“Yes,” and she colored; “it was cowardly of me, but I remembered how we left the place. It will be an ordeal. We shall have to walk through fire together. But still—”
“Well, child,” and Miss Carmagee let her have her say.
“Still, there is a greatness in the plan that takes my heart. We women love our husbands to be brave. I know what it will mean to James. He says that many people will think him mad.”
Miss Carmagee sat stroking one of Catherine’s hands.
“It is the right kind of madness,” she said, softly.
“To rise above public opinion?”