"No, Master Ernest," said Susan, when he began to
question her, "your ma has sent a message to me by Miss Charlotte as I
am not to say nothing at all about it, and I never will." Of course no
further questioning was possible. It had more than once occurred to
Ernest that Charlotte did not in reality believe more than he did
himself, and this incident went far to strengthen his surmises, but he
wavered when he remembered how she had misdirected the letter asking
for the prayers of the congregation. "I suppose," he said to himself
gloomily, "she does believe in it after all."
Then Christina returned to the subject of her own want of
spiritual-mindedness, she even harped upon the old grievance of her
having eaten black puddings -true, she had given them up years ago,
but for how many years had she not persevered in eating them after she
had had misgivings about their having been forbidden! Then there was
something that weighed on her mind that had taken place before her
marriage, and she should like--
Ernest interrupted her: "My dear mother," he said, "you are ill
and your mind is unstrung; others can now judge better about you
than you can; I assure you that to me you seem to have been the most
devotedly unselfish wife and mother that ever lived.
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