Yet to him this woman seemed to be in touch with that unseen which he found it so difficult to weigh and appreciate.

Instinctively he felt that her best thoughts, her most noble and permanent desires, were there and not here.
As he had said to her in the boat, the old Egyptians lived to die.

In life a clay hut was for them a sufficient lodging; in death they sought a costly, sculptured tomb, hewn from the living rock.

With them these things were symbolical, since that great people believed, with a wonderful certainty, that the true life lay beyond.

They believed, too, that on the earth they did but linger in its gateway, passing their time with such joy as they could summon, baring their heads undismayed to the rain of sorrow, because they knew that very soon they would be crowned with eternal joys, whereof each of these sorrows was but an earthly root.
Stella Fregelius reminded Morris of these old Egyptians.