Looking at her with an expression of great thankfulness, he said,-- "I believe that peace will come to us, Mercy.

I believe I can do something to make you happy.

To know that I love you as I do will be a great deal to you, I think." He paused.
"Yes," answered Mercy, "a great deal." He went on,-- "And to know that you are perpetually helping and cheering me will be still more to you, I think.

We shall know some joys, Mercy, which joyous lovers never know.

Happy people do not need each other as sad people do.