At this moment, Matilda Jenkins was outside the door, eavesdropping, barely catching bits of the conversation inside, just in time to hear him say that.
A warmth filled her heart, and a smile appeared on her face.
She had almost guessed the relationship between the two inside, but without hearing them say it themselves, she was reluctant to think too much.
The conversation inside continued, and she thought, since she'd already heard part of it, she might as well listen till the end.
Mrs. Morrison's voice was growing weaker, her eyes had lost their light, and every passing second was a struggle.
"Matilda is a good young lady, it's great you can be with her... I know you hate me in your heart, but back then I also..."
