'Go on,' he said.
For an hour I talked; eloquently, even vehemently urging the reason and
right of my opinion. She would be doing no more than every woman does,
no more than she did before; her mother-in-law had a comfortable home,
all that wealth could procure, good servants, and friends; the estates
could be managed without her personal supervision; after a few years'
work here they would go east for little Majorie's education; why should
two lives be broken?--and so I went on.
He listened carefully, even eagerly.
'You make a good case,' he said, with a slight smile. 'I will take time.
Perhaps you are right. The light will come. Surely it will come. But,'
and here he sprang up and stretched his arms to full length above his
head, 'I am not sorry; whatever comes I am not sorry. It is great to
have her love, but greater to love her as I do. Thank God! nothing can
take that away. I am willing, glad to suffer for the joy of loving her.'
Next morning, before I was awake, he was gone, leaving a note for me:--
'MY DEAR CONNOR,--I am due at the Landing.
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