"Not intentionally—and who hurries off, at every risk, to make the most humble excuses!"
"Well, what do you advise me now?"
"To be very patient; to watch and wait."
"And is that bad advice or good?"
"That is not for me to say," Mrs. Penniman rejoined, with some dignity. "I only pretend it's sincere."
"And will you come to me next week and recommend something different and equally sincere?"
"I may come to you next week and tell you that I am in the streets!"
"In the streets?"
"I have had a terrible scene with my brother, and he threatens, if anything happens, to turn me out of the house. You know I am a poor woman.'
Morris had a speculative idea that she had a little property; but he naturally did not press this.
"I should be very sorry to see you suffer martyrdom for me," he said. "But you make your brother out a regular Turk."
Mrs. Penniman hesitated a little.
"I certainly do not regard Austin as a satisfactory Christian."
