But if he were taken from me now, I should be so proud of him, I should have no room to be miserable.

As God makes me glad though I cannot see him, so my father would make me glad though I could not see him.

I cannot see him now, and yet I am glad because my father IS--away down there in the old castle; and when he is gone from me, I shall be glad still, for he will be SOMEWHERE all the same--with God as he is now.

We shall meet again one day, and run at each other." It was an odd phrase with which he ended, but Lady Joan did not laugh.
The sun was down, and the cold, blue gray twilight came creeping from the east.

They turned and walked home, through a luminous dusk.