“Come after you? What, whom, do you mean, Henry! You cannot surely mean that he, your Newbold, shall come after you?”
“You know the diocese, Lucy, as I know it—can you doubt that—Dr. Newbold—will come after me?”
“Henry, would you, could you, choose that he should? After you?”
“What choice have I? I—I am passing on. The sadness is that I would have desired him to follow me, once.”
“Now?”
“Will you help him, Lucy?”
“How?”
“Be his friend. He does not believe you his friend. It is the only hope.”
“Hope of what, Henry?”
“It seems to me at this moment, the only hope of all that I have desired.”