I was glad she should know it--glad she should see that the priceless jewel of his heart would not lie tossing in the mire because a haughty girl scorned to wear it.

Glad that she might one day find out there lived not the woman of whom John Halifax was not worthy.
"But you must be very careful--very careful of yourself, indeed." "He will, Mrs.Jessop.

Or, if not, he has many to take care of him.
Many to whom his life is most precious and most dear." I spoke--perhaps more abruptly than I ought to have spoken to that good old lady--but her gentle answer seemed at once to understand and forgive me.
"I well believe that, Mr.Fletcher.

And I think Mr.Halifax hardly knows how much we--we all--esteem him." And with a kind motherly gesture she took John's hand.

"You must make haste and get well now.
My husband will come and see you to-morrow.