"The woman's an idiot," thought Morris; but he was obliged to say something different. It was not, however, materially more civil. "Was it in order to tell me this that you requested I would meet you here?"
Mrs. Penniman had been conscious of a certain vagueness in her errand, and of not being able to offer him any very tangible reward for his long walk. "I thought perhaps you would like to see one who is so near to Catherine," she observed with considerable majesty. "And also," she added, "that you would value an opportunity of sending her something."
Morris extended his empty hands with a melancholy smile. "I am greatly obliged to you, but I have nothing to send."
"Haven't you a word?" asked his companion, with her suggestive smile coming back. Morris frowned again. "Tell her to hold fast," he said, rather curtly.
"That is a good word—a noble word. It will make her happy for many days. She is very touching, very brave," Mrs. Penniman went on, arranging her mantle and preparing to depart. While she was
