"Yes; why not?"
"What will people say?"
"I can tell you what they will not say," she replied,
"Well?"
"They will not say, as they do of her, that of all men, I care least
for my husband."
"I am not afraid of their saying that; but--"
I was a little bewildered by this unexpected thought on the part of
my wife, and did not at first see the matter clear.
"She has held herself very high, and quite aloof from many of her
old friends," Constance resumed. "While this was the case, I have
not cared to intrude upon her; although she has been kind and polite
to me whenever we happened to meet. Now, when the summer friends who
courted her are dropping away like autumn leaves, a true friend may
draw near and help her in the trial through which she is passing."
"Right, Constance! right!" said I, warmly. "Your clearer eyes have
gone down below, the surface. Oh, yes; call upon her, and be her
true friend, if she will permit you to come near enough. There can
be no loss to you; there may be great gain to her. Was there any
thing in her manner that encouraged you to approach?"
"I think so.
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