But I don't know
why I am talking to you about it. It's all over. I went my own way,
and I all but won what I fought for. You may very well say, what's
the use of mourning over one's fate?'
Sidney had risen.
'You were strong in your resolve to succeed,' he said gravely, 'and
you will find strength to meet even this trial.'
'A weaker woman would suffer far less. One with a little more
strength of character would kill herself.'
'No. In that you mistake. You have not yourself only to think of. It
would be an easy thing to put an end to your life. You have a duty
to your father.'
She bent her head.
'I think of him. He is goodness itself to me. There are fathers who
would have shut the door in my face. I know better now than I could
when I was only a child how hard his life has been; he and I are
like each other so many ways; he has always been fighting against
cruel circumstances. It's right that you, who have been his true and
helpful friend, should remind me of my duty to him.'
A pause; then Sidney asked:
'Do you wish me to speak to him very soon about your finding
occupation?'
'If you will. If you could think of anything.
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