You've done the most yourself already, for I'm
proud of the way you've acted, stiffening right up like an honest man and
showing you've got some good sensible Hathaway stuff in you, after all, and
ain't ashamed to turn your back on your evil ways. Susanna ain't one to refuse
forgiveness."
"She forgave for a long time, but she refused at last. Why should she change
now?" John asked.
"You remember she has n't heard a single word from you, nor about you, in that
out-of-the-way place where she's been living," said Louisa, consolingly. "She
thinks you're the same as you were, or worse, maybe. Perhaps she's waiting for
you to make some sign through me, for she don't know that you care anything
about her, or are pining to have her back."
"Such a woman as Susanna must know better than that!" cried John. "She ought
to know that when a man got used to living with anybody like her, he could
never endure any other kind."
"How should she know all that? Jack's been writing to her and telling her the
news for the last few weeks, though I have n't said a word about you because I
did n't know how long your reformation was going to hold out; but I won't let
the grass grow under my feet now, till I tell her just how things stand!"
"You're a good woman, Louisa; I don't see why I never noticed it before.
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