I should like to see the man that
would dare be uncivil to _his_ wife. But go your ways,--it's no use
toiling away one's life for children, who, after all, won't turn their
little finger for you."
"Now, dear grandmother," said Agnes, "have I not said I would do
everything for you, and work hard for you? Ask me to do anything else
in the world, grandmamma; I will do anything to make you happy, except
marry this man,--that I cannot."
"And that is the only thing I want you to do. Well, I suppose I may as
well lock up these things; I see my gifts are not cared for."
And the old soul turned and went in quite testily, leaving Agnes with a
grieved heart, sitting still by her uncle.
"Never weep, little one," said the kind old monk, when he saw the silent
tears falling one after another; "your grandmother loves you, after all,
and will come out of this, if we are quiet."
"This is such a beautiful world," said Agnes, "who would think it would
be such a hard one to live in?--such battles and conflicts as people
have here!"
"You say well, little heart; but great is the glory to be revealed; so
let us have courage.
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