Then, La Voisin, renewing the subject, said, 'But you believe, sir, that we shall meet in another world the relations we have loved in this; I must believe this.' 'Then do believe it,' replied St.Aubert, 'severe, indeed, would be the pangs of separation, if we believed it to be eternal.

Look up, my dear Emily, we shall meet again!' He lifted his eyes towards heaven, and a gleam of moon-light, which fell upon his countenance, discovered peace and resignation, stealing on the lines of sorrow.
La Voisin felt that he had pursued the subject too far, and he dropped it, saying, 'We are in darkness, I forgot to bring a light.' 'No,' said St.Aubert, 'this is a light I love.

Sit down, my good friend.

Emily, my love, I find myself better than I have been all day; this air refreshes me.

I can enjoy this tranquil hour, and that music, which floats so sweetly at a distance.