“What! shall there be more of it?”
“Yes, a good deal.”
“Indeed! but why take this labor? Why not tell me what you have to say?”
“I wish I could, but I can not. You do not encourage me.”
“What encouragement do you wish to speak to your husband?”
“Oh, much! Stay with me, dear husband.”
“That will keep you from your writing.”
“Ah! perhaps it will render it unnecessary.”
“At all events it will keep me from mine;” and I prepared to go. She put her hand upon my shoulder—looked into my eyes pleadingly—hers were dewy wet—and spoke:—
“Do not go-stay with me dear husband, do stay. Stay only for half an hour.”