One day when Dr. Everett was paying them one of his regular weekly visits Virginia took him aside and told him of her anxiety.  He seemed to know already what she had to say.  Taking both her hands in his, in that big-hearted, paternal manner so characteristic of him, he said impressively: 

“Dear child—­you must be brave.  You cannot expect to have your mother always with you.  She is tired and world-weary.  She has earned that beautiful, eternal sleep which alone brings perfect peace.  An organic disease of the heart, which remained latent up to the time of your father’s death, has now become very pronounced.  Trouble and sorrow have aggravated the condition.  Your mother may live for years; then again she may pass away from us any time.  One never can tell what will happen when the heart is in that state.”

A long spell of weeping followed this confidential chat with the doctor, and for days Virginia went about only a shadow of her former self.

How cruel was life! she mused.  First to lose her father, and now her best, her only friend!  What would she do when her mother was gone?  Fanny was hardly a companion.  She was so different; her tastes and pursuits were not the same.  There was not the same bond of sympathy between them.  If anything happened, they would, of course, go on living together as usual, but how different their life would be!

Nothing further had been said regarding Mr. Gillie’s proposal.  Fanny had not mentioned it again, and both Virginia and Mrs. Blaine were silent.  Instinctively Fanny knew that her mother and sister disapproved of the match and inwardly she resented it.  Why should they interfere with her happiness?  She had a right to look after her own interests.  What better offer could she expect?  Suppose James was a rough diamond; he might still make a better husband than some other man better educated.  He had had no advantages, but he was respectable and clever.  Everyone admitted that he was smart.  His ideas were simply wonderful.  One of these days he would make a lot of money with his brains, and then she would be proud to be his wife.  Thus she reasoned and, once she made up her mind, nothing could alter it.  Mr. Gillie continued his visits and made himself quite at home until, at last, they all called him by his first name and it became quite natural to see him there.  There was no more talk of marriage, but both Mrs. Blaine and Virginia soon arrived at the conclusion that he and Fanny were tacitly engaged.

Virginia sometimes wondered if she herself would ever marry, and, if so, what kind of man she would choose for a husband.  What she knew and heard of marriage had not filled her with any keen anxiety to enter the married state, or with any profound respect for matrimony as a social institution.  In theory it was beautiful; in practice it left much to be desired.  Like any thoughtful girl having a broad, sane outlook on life, she fully appreciated the dangers and unhappiness that may attend unions entered into lightly and carelessly, without such safeguards as regards morals and health, as a paternal State should properly control.