It was his wifes voice, but modified and gentlermore like her voice as he had first heard it, or as if it had been chastened by some reminiscence of those days. It was his wifes face, too, that looked down on hispaler than he had seen it since he entered the house. She was shawled and hooded, carrying a traveling-bag in her hand.
I am going, Clarence, she said, pausing before him, with gentle gravity, but not in anger. I even ask you to forgive me for the foolish words that I think your still more foolish accusationshe smiled faintlydragged from me. I am going because I know that I have broughtand that while I am here I shall always be bringingupon you the imputation and even the responsibility of my own faith! While I am proud to own it,and if needs be suffer for it,I have no right to ruin your prospects, or even make you the victim of the slurs that others may cast upon me. Let us part as friendsseparated only by our different political faiths, but keeping all other faiths togetheruntil God shall settle the right of this struggle. Perhaps it may be soonI sometimes think it may be years of agony for all; but until then, good-by.