What！youain’tagoin’，Mr。Ellery？“
“IthinkImust，Mrs。Prince。“
“Oh，don’t！Dostayaspelllonger。GraciemightcomeandI’dlikeforyoutomeether。Sheneedssympathyandcomfortanawfullot，andthere’snotellin’，youmightconverthertobein’aReg’lar。Oh，yes，youmight。You’vegotthemostpersuadin’way，everybodysaysso。Andyoudon’tknowherverywell，doyou？Landsakesalive！talkaboutangels！Isnumifsheain’tcomin’uptheroadthisblessedminute。“
JohnElleryhadrisen。Nowheseizedhishatandmovedhastilytowardthedoor。Mrs。Princecalledtohimtoremain，buthewouldnot。However，hergood-bysdelayedhimforaminute，andbeforehereachedtheyardgateGracewasopeningit。Theywerefacetofaceforthefirsttimesincetheyhadpartedinthegrove，somanymonthsbefore。
Shewasthinnerandpaler，hesawthat。Anddressedveryquietlyinblack。Shelookedathim，ashestoodbeforeherinthepath，andhercheeksflushedandhereyesfell。Hesteppedasideandraisedhishat。