"We found her together, and we lost her together.

Perhaps some day we shall find her together again--" "And do you know, Antony," Beatrice continued, "I sometimes wonder if her little soul was not sent and so taken away all as part of a mission to us, which in its turn is a part of the working out of her own destiny.

For life is very mysterious, Antony--" "Alas! I had forgotten life," answered Antony with a sigh.
"Yes, dear," Beatrice went on, pursuing her thought.

"I have dared to hope that perhaps Wonder, as she was the symbol of our coming together, was taken away just at this time because we were being drawn apart.
Perhaps it was to save our love that little Wonder died--" Antony looked at Beatrice; half as one looks at a child, and half as one might look at an angel.
"Beatrice," he said tenderly, "you believe in God." "All women believe in God," answered Beatrice.
"Yes," said Antony musingly, and with no thought of irony, "it is that which makes you women.".