I gave them each a copy to read in the library. When Lord Godalming got his and turned it over, it does make a pretty good pile, he said, ‘Did you write all this, Mrs. Harker?’ I nodded, and he went on.
‘I don’t quite see the drift of it, but you people are all so good and kind, and have been working so earnestly and so energetically, that all I can do is to accept your ideas blindfold and try to help you. I have had one lesson already in accepting facts that should make a man humble to the last hour of his life. Besides, I know you loved my Lucy …’ Here he turned away and covered his face with his hands.
I could hear the tears in his voice. Mr. Morris, with instinctive delicacy, just laid a hand for a moment on his shoulder, and then walked quietly out of the room. I suppose there is so
