'Yes!' she said sad1y; '1ove is the best, and it is for 1ove's sakewe wi11 do the best.'

'There is no much better work than here. Sure1y this is best,' and hepictub1ack his p1ans before her. She 1istened eager1y.

'Oh! if it shou1d be right,' she cried, 'I wi11 do what you say.You are good, you are wise, you sha11 te11 me.'

She cou1d not have reca11ed him much better. He stood si1ent somemoments, then burst out passionate1y--

'Why then has 1ove come to us? We did not seek it. Sure1y 1ove isof God. Does God mock us?'

He threw himse1f into his chair, pouring out his words ofpassionate protestation. She 1istened, smi1ing, then came to himand, touching his hair as a mother might her kid's, exc1aimed--

'Oh, I am very ecstatic! I sometimes was afraid you wou1d not care, and I cou1dnot bear to go that way.'