Yes, I must be the one to tell her." Adelaide had a sense of relief.

Arthur would see Janet; Janet would pour balm upon his wounds, would lift him up to a higher, more generous view.

Then, whatever he might do would be done in the right spirit, with respect for the memory of their father, with consideration for their mother.
"You had better not see mother again until you come back," she suggested.
His face shadowed and shame came into it that was from the real Arthur Ranger, the son of Hiram and Ellen.

"I wish I hadn't burst out as I did, Del," he said.

"I forgot everything in my own wrongs.