“P. S. If you love me, Tom, do your full duty in the name of God!
“Lana.”
I handed the letter back to him in silence. He stared at it, not seeing the written lines, I think, save as a blurr; and after a long while he leaned forward and laid it on the coals.
“If I am not already foredoomed,” he said to me, “what Lana bids me do that I shall do. It is best, is it not, Loskiel?”
“A clergyman is fitter to reply to you than I.”
“Do you not think it best that I marry Dolly Glenn?”
“God knows. It is all too melancholy and too terrible for me to comprehend the right and wrong of it, or