Your heart is
too tender--far too tender."
"You must be brave, Madge," said Mrs. Arnold, on seeing Marguerite
restored to something of her former self. "I'm afraid you would be
more of a drawback to papa at present than a help."
But Marguerite was of a different opinion. "Oh! if I were only near
him, to comfort him," thought she, "I could indeed do something. My
sadness to-day was but a presentiment of this. Oh, dear! will I ever
see papa alive again!"
"Papa will be all right, Madge. It is to yourself you must now look,
for more depends upon you now than you at present realize."
"You speak in enigmas, Eve. Tell me what you mean," cried
Marguerite, in a bewildered sort of way.
"I will wait until you are a little stronger, Madge. Go home now and
tell mamma what has happened; I know she will act like a sensible
woman. You know, Madge, she is always composed. I verily believe,"
added Mrs. Arnold, "that mamma would feel at ease if all the friends
she had committed suicide, or died from some fearful epidemic."
"Don't talk about mamma in that way, Eve; I cannot bear to listen."
Mrs. Arnold thought just then that the girl would listen to
something, perhaps to her, far more disagreeable, but she held her
peace.
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