“What has he got to do with it?”
“That's true!”
“If you want to see it in the right light, you can think you've let it run on till after you're out of college, and then you've got to tell her. Suppose she asked you how long you had made up your mind against the law, how should you feel? And if she asked me whether I'd known it all along, and I had to say I had, and that I'd supported and encouraged you in it, how should I feel?”
“She mightn't ask any such question,” said Jeff, gloomily. Cynthia gave a little impatient “Oh!” and he hastened to add: “But you're right; I've got to tell her. I'll tell her to-night—”
“Don't wait till to-night; do it now.”
“Now?”
“Yes; and I'll go with you as soon as I've seen the youngest Miller girl.” They had reached the helps' house now, and Cynthia said: “You wait outside here, and I'll go right back with you. Oh, I hope it isn't doing wrong to put it off till I've seen that girl!” She disappeared through the door, and Jeff waited by the steps outside, plucking up one long grass stem after another and biting it in two. When Cynthia came out she said: “I guess she'll be all right. Now come, and don't-lose another second.”
“You're afraid I sha'n't do it if I wait any longer!”
“I'm afraid I sha'n't.” There was a silence after this.
“Do you know what I think of you, Cynthy?” asked Jeff, hurrying to keep up with her quick steps. “You've got more courage—”