"You are so good to me everybody is. You know how Mr. Ridgway
saved me. If it had not been for him I should have died. I didn't care--I
wanted to die in peace, I think--but he wouldn't let me."
"I should think not."
"If you only knew him--perhaps you do."
"A little," confessed Virginia, with a flash of merry eyes at Mrs. Mott.
"He is the bravest man--and the strongest."
"Yes. He is both," agreed his betrothed, with pride.
"His tenderness, his unselfishness, his consideration for others--did you
ever know anybody like him for these things?"
"Never," agreed Virginia, with the mental reservations that usually
accompanied her skeptical smile. She was getting at her fiance from a novel
point of view.
"And so modest, with all his strength and courage.',
"It's almost a fault in him," she murmured.
"The woman that marries him will be blessed among women."
"I count it a great privilege," said Miss Balfour absently, but she pulled
up with a hurried addendum: "To have known him."
"Indeed, yes. If one met more men like him this would be a better world.
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