"Robert Lloyd came to see Ellen, and she ran away over here, and wouldn't see him, because they had all been plaguing her about him," said Abby. "I wish she wouldn't do so. It would be a splendid thing for her to marry him, and I know he likes her, and his aunt is going to send her to college." "That won't make any difference to Ellen, and everything will be all right anyway, if only she loved God," said Maria, still with that rapt, angelic voice. "Shucks!" said Abby. Then she leaned over her sister, caught her by her little, thin shoulders and shook her tenderly. "There, I didn't mean to speak so," said she. "You're awful good, Maria. I'm glad you've got religion if it's so much comfort to you. I don't mean to make light of it, but I'm afraid you ain't well. I'm goin' to get you some more of that tonic to-morrow." Chapter XXXI When Ellen reached home that night she found no one there except her father, who was sitting on the door-step in the north yard. Her mother had gone to see her aunt Eva as soon as the dressmaker had left. "Who was that with you?" Andrew asked, as she drew near. "Abby," replied Ellen. "So you went over there?" Ellen sat down on a lower step in front of her father. "Yes," said she. She half laughed up in his face, like a child who knows she has been naughty, yet knows she will not be blamed since she can count so surely on the indulgent love of the would-be blamer. "Ellen, your mother didn't like it." "They had said so many things to me about him that I didn't feel as if I could see him, father," she said. Andrew put a hand on her head. "I know what you mean," he replied, "but they didn't mean any harm; they're only looking out for your best good, Ellen. You can't always have us; it ain't in the course of nature, you know, Ellen." There was a tone of inexorable sadness, the sadness of fate itself in Andrew's voice. He had, as he spoke, the full realization of that stage of progress which is simply for the next, which passes to make room for it. He felt his own nothingness. It was the throe of the present before the future; it was the pang of anticipatory annihilation. "Don't talk that way, father," said Ellen. "Neither you nor mother are old people." "Oh, well, it's all right, don't you worry," said Andrew. "How long did he stay?" asked Ellen. She did not look at her father as she spoke. "Oh, he didn't stay at all, after they found out you had gone." Ellen sighed. After a second Andrew sighed also. "It's gettin' late," said he, heavily; "mebbe we'd better go in before your mother comes, Ellen. Mebbe you'll get cold out here." "Oh no, I shall not," said Ellen, "and I want to hear about poor Aunt Eva. I don't see what she is going to do." "It's a dreadful thing makin' a mistake in marriage," said Andrew. "Uncle Jim was a good man if he hadn't had such a hard time."