My conclusions were
right, as after events showed.
As for Roscoe, I feared that if he lived he must go through life maimed.
He had a private income; therefore if he determined to work no more in
the ministry, he would, at least, have the comforts of life.
Ruth Devlin came. I went to Roscoe and told him that she wished to see
him. He smiled sorrowfully and said: "To what end, Marmion? I am a
drifting wreck. It will only shock her." I think he thought she would not
love him now if he lived--a crippled man.
"But is this noble? Is it just to her?" said I.
After a long time he answered: "You are right again, quite right. I am
selfish. When one is shaking between life and death, one thinks most of
one's self."
"She will help to bring you back from those places, Roscoe."
"If I am delirious ever, do not let her come, will you, Marmion? Promise
me that." I promised.
I went to her. She was very calm and womanly. She entered the room, went
quietly to his bedside, and, sitting down, took his hand. Her smile was
pitiful and anxious, but her words were brave.
"My dearest," she said, "I am so sorry.
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