Don't worry.

We've had a long talk and he's going to stay right here and go on with his work.

And nobody else'll ever know, Gracie." "How--O Aunt Keziah! how he must despise me." "Despise you! For doin' what was your duty?
Nonsense! He'll respect you for it and come to understand 'twas best for both of you, by and by.
Don't worry about him, Gracie.

I tell you I'll look out for him." "I guess it will be better if he does despise me.

And hate me, too.