"Do you behold them, too ?" He nodded.
"Yes," he answered, "and they are beautiful and sweet and pure!" "Visions that we now shall surely see ?" "Shall surely see!" he echoed; and a little silence fell.

Far off, they seemed to hear a vast and thousand-throated cheering, that the night-wind brought to them in long and heart-inspiring cadences.
"Gabriel," she said, at last.
"Well ?" "I wish _he_ might have seen them, and have understood! In spite of all he did, and was, he was my father!" "Yes," answered Gabriel, sensing her grief.

"But would you have had him live through this?
Live, with the whole world out of his grasp, again?
Live, with all his plans wrecked and broken?
Live on in this new time, where he could have comprehended nothing?
Live on, in misery and rage and impotence?
"Your father was an old man, Catherine.

You know as well as I do--better, perhaps--the whole trend of his life's thought and ambition.
Even if he'd lived, he couldn't have changed, now, at his age.

It would have been an utter impossibility.