Did she feel that he had gone uncomforted out of life--even by her--even by religion ?--was that the sting?
'Oh, I can understand!' he said, reverently--'I can understand.

I have come across it once or twice, that fierce self-judgment of the good.
It is the most stirring and humbling thing in life.' Then his voice dropped.--'And after the last conflict--the last "quailing breath,"-- the last onslaughts of doubt or fear--think of the Vision waiting--the Eternal Comfort-- "Oh, my only Light! It cannot be That I am he On whom Thy tempests fell all night!" The words fell from the softened voice like noble music.
There was a pause.

Then Catherine raised her eye's to his.

They swam in tears, and yet the unspoken thanks in them were radiance itself.

It seemed to him as though she came closer to him, like a child to an elder who has soothed and satisfied an inward smart.
They walked on in silence.