The feeling that, our happiness was purchased by her death has been the only cloud upon it.

And yet it would be strange indeed if she were not happy.
As she says, she did not die a barren death, but in giving birth.

And it was no tiny infant's existence, of doubtful value, that she exchanged her life for, but a woman's in the fulness of her youth and beauty.

Such a destiny as hers never fell to a mother before." "Never before," echoed Paul, rising to his feet in an access of enthusiasm; "but who shall say that it may not often fall to the lot of women in the ages to come, as the relations between the worlds of men and of spirits, become more fully known?
The dark and unknown path that Ida trod that night back to our world will, doubtless, in future times, become a beaten and lighted way.

This woman through whom she lives again did not die of her own choice; but I do not find it incredible that many women will hereafter be found willing and eager to die as she did, to bring back to earth the good, the wise, the heroic, and beloved.