"No, dear; she hasn't touched my belief in God; but it makes me ashamed to see how different a thing it is to believe in what we see and touch, from having a genuine faith in what we do not see. I have a faith in my soul still; the other was only a faith of the body. Perhaps it had only to do with the body, and it is not so bad to have lost it." "Oh, Cousin Anna," Berenice murmured, tears choking her voice, "I can't bear to see you getting farther and farther off every day, and to feel so helpless." "There, there, Bee," responded the other with tender cheerfulness, "you are not to agitate yourself or to excite me. I've lived half a year more now than the doctors allowed me, and I've enjoyed it too. Besides, think of the blessedness of not having any pain. Do you know, the night after Mrs. Crapps had that scene in the hotel, I was in a panic of terror lest my old agony should come back; but it didn't. Then I said to myself: 'Of course I couldn't suffer; I'm really dead!' You can't think what a comfort it was." "Oh, don't, don't!" cried Bee. "I can't bear to have you talk like that." "Well, then, we won't. There's something else I want to speak to you about while I am strong enough. Do you realize that when I am gone you'll be a rich woman?" "I haven't thought about it. I've hated to think." "Yes, dear, I understand; but when you are older you'll come to realize that half of the duty of life is to think of things which one would rather forget." "But it could do no good to think of this." "Perhaps not; but I want to ask you something. I know you'll forgive me. It's about Parker Stanford." "You may ask me anything you like, of course, Cousin Anna. As for Parker Stanford, he's nothing more than the rest of the men I know, only he's been more polite. We are very good friends." "No more?" "No more; and we never shall be." "But he surely wished to be?" The day had darkened until the room was lighted only by the flames of the soft coal fire which sputtered in the grate. The cousins could hardly see each other's faces; but in the dim light Berenice turned frankly toward Mrs. Frostwinch. "That is all over now," responded she. "Of course to anybody else I shouldn't own that there ever was anything; but whatever there may have been is ended. He understands that perfectly." For some minutes Berenice sat smoothing the invalid's hand, the firelight glancing on her face and hair. "How pretty you are, Bee," Mrs. Frostwinch said at length. Then without pause she added: "Is there anybody else?" Bee sank backward into the shadow with a quick, instinctive movement, dropping the hand she held. "Who should there be?" she returned. Her cousin laughed softly. "You are as transparent as glass," she said. "Come, who is it?" Berenice hesitated an instant, then threw herself forward, bending over the hand of her companion until her face was hidden.