When Abraham Lloyd had died , Andrew Cameron , perhaps pricked by his conscience , had come to her , sleekly and smoothly , to offer her financial aid . He would see , he told her , that she never suffered want . Margaret Lloyd flung his offer back in his face after a fashion that left nothing to be desired in the way of plain speaking . She would die , she told him passionately , before she would accept a penny or a favour from him . He had preserved an unbroken show of good temper , expressed his heartfelt regret that she should cherish such an unjust opinion of him , and had left her with an oily assurance that he would always be her friend , and would always be delighted to render her any assistance in his power whenever she should choose to ask for it . The Old Lady had lived for twenty years in the firm conviction that she would die in the poorhouse -- as , indeed , seemed not unlikely -- before she would ask a favour of Andrew Cameron . And so , in truth , she would have , had it been for herself . But for Sylvia ! Could she so far humble herself for Sylvia 's sake ? The question was not easily or speedily settled , as had been the case in the matters of the grape jug and the book of poems . For a whole week the Old Lady fought her pride and bitterness . Sometimes , in the hours of sleepless night , when all human resentments and rancours seemed petty and contemptible , she thought she had conquered it . But in the daytime , with the picture of her father looking down at her from the wall , and the rustle of her unfashionable dresses , worn because of Andrew Cameron 's double dealing , in her ears , it got the better of her again . But the Old Lady 's love for Sylvia had grown so strong and deep and tender that no other feeling could endure finally against it . Love is a great miracle worker ; and never had its power been more strongly made manifest than on the cold , dull autumn morning when the Old Lady walked to Bright River railway station and took the train to Charlottetown , bent on an errand the very thought of which turned her soul sick within her . The station master who sold her her ticket thought Old Lady Lloyd looked uncommonly white and peaked -- `` as if she had n't slept a wink or eaten a bite for a week , '' he told his wife at dinner time . `` Guess there 's something wrong in her business affairs . This is the second time she 's gone to town this summer . '' When the Old Lady reached the town , she ate her slender little lunch and then walked out to the suburb where the Cameron factories and warehouses were . It was a long walk for her , but she could not afford to drive .
She felt very tired when she was shown into the shining , luxurious office where Andrew Cameron sat XXXXX his desk .
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