Keep both loves, my dear:
both are of value. Now I must go out to visit poor Peters, who is ill,
so I can see you home. Is there anything more you want to say to me?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Hayes, Aunt Raby is very ill."
"She is, Prissie."
"Does she know it?"
"Yes."
"Ought I to be away from her now-- is it right"
"My dear, do you want to break her heart? She worked so hard to get
this time at college for you. No, Prissie, don't get that idea into
your head. Aunt Raby is most anxious that you should have every
advantage. She knows-- she and I both know-- that she cannot live more
than a year or two longer, and her greatest hope is that you may be
able to support your little sisters when she is gone. No, Prissie,
whatever happens, you must on no account give up your life at St.
Benet's."
"Then please let me say something else. I must not go on with my
classics."
"My dear child, you are managing to crush me with all kinds of queer,
disappointing sayings to-night."
"Am I? But I mean what I say now. I love Greek better than anything
almost in the world.
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