Remember.
So, good-morning! And, May, I want to speak to you." They left Mrs.Newt rocking and weeping, with the smelling-bottle at her nose, and descended to the solemn parlor.
"What brought this about ?" asked Mrs.Dagon, as she closed the door.
"Your mother is in such a state that it does no good to talk to her.
Where's Abel ?" "Aunt Dagon, I have my own opinion, but I know nothing.

I suppose Abel is down town." "What's your opinion ?" May paused for a moment, and then said: "From what I have heard drop from father during the last few years since Abel has been in the business, I don't believe that Abel has helped him--" "Exactly," interrupted Mrs.Dagon, as if soliloquizing; "and why on earth didn't the fellow marry Hope Wayne, or that Southern girl, Grace Plumer ?" "Abel marry Hope Wayne ?" asked May, with an air and tone of such utter amazement and incredulity that Aunt Dagon immediately recovered from her abstraction, and half smiled.
"Why, why not ?" said she, with equal simplicity.
May Newt knew Hope Wayne personally, and she had also heard of her from Gabriel Bennet.

Indeed, Gabriel had no secrets from May.

The whole school story of his love had been told to her, and she shared the young man's feeling for the woman who, as a girl, had so utterly enthralled his imagination.

But Gabriel's story of school life also included her brother Abel, and what she heard of the boy agreed with what she knew and felt of the man.
"I presume," said May Newt, loftily, "that Hope Wayne would be as likely to marry Aaron Burr as Abel Newt." Mrs.Dagon looked at her kindly, and with amused admiration.
"Well, May, at any rate I congratulate Gabriel Bennet." May's lofty look drooped.
"And if"-- continued Mrs.Dagon--"if it was so wonderfully impossible that Abel should marry Hope Wayne, why might he not have married Grace Plumer, or some other rich girl?
I'm sure I don't care who.