THE REDEMPTION OF ANTHONY
"I thought at first that perhaps you cared for each other."
Mrs. Martin turned her head on the pillow as if it burned her. "We did—we do—we care for each other greatly; we're fast friends," she said, trying to be casual.
"Yes, I see now that it was only that, but I thought at first—it seemed as if he must want you for always, to help in his work."
"He doesn't need me any longer for his work."
"But it doesn't seem fair for you to have helped him to be great, and then that—that some one else should have his life when he is great."
"That's the way of the world, Priscilla."
"Mother, he says he loves me. I don't know what to do." She clung to her mother as if she faced some great danger.
"Do you love him, Priscilla?"
"I don't know. I think he's the most wonderful person I know—next to you."
"He asked you to marry him?"
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