The house that he would build would be an abiding-place--no swiftly raised tent upon the sand.

It would take time to build it, infinite care, possibly untold sacrifice.

But when built, it would be absolutely solid, proof for all time against every wind that blew.

For every stone would be laid with care and made fast with the cement that is indestructible.

And it would be founded upon a rock.
So, as at last he drifted into sleep, Guy lying in a deathlike immobility by his side, there came to him the conviction that what he had done had been well done, done in a good cause, and acceptable to the Master Builder at Whose Behest he was vaguely conscious that all great things are achieved..