\"No—to be sure; more's the pity. And now it's too late; her life is finished.\" She spoke with the cold-blooded complacency of the aged throwing earth into the grave of young hopes. The young man's heart grew chill, and he said hurriedly: \"Can't I persuade you to use your influence with the Wellands, Mrs. Mingott? I wasn't made for long engagements.\"
Old Catherine beamed on him approvingly. \"No; I can see that. You've got
\"No—to be sure; more's the pity. And now it's too late; her life is finished.\" She spoke with the cold-blooded complacency of the aged throwing earth into the grave of young hopes. The young man's heart grew chill, and he said hurriedly: \"Can't I persuade you to use your influence with the Wellands, Mrs. Mingott? I wasn't made for long engagements.\"
Old Catherine beamed on him approvingly. \"No; I can see that. You've got
