“Oh, how horrible!” said Clara, too frightened to speak.
“And she looks at me, and she wants to stay with me,” he went on monotonously. “She’s got such a will, it seems as if she would never go — never!”
“Don’t think of it!” cried Clara.
“And she was religious — she is religious now —but it is no good. She simply won’t give in. And do you know, I said to her on Thursday: ‘Mother, if I had to die, I’d die. I’d WILL to die.’ And she said to me, sharp: ‘Do you think I haven’t? Do you think you can die when you like?’“