What are you telling me with those beautiful, sad eyes?
That something is coming into my existence that you promised me always, and that it will cause me sorrow, and I must pause ?"--and she shivered slightly and laid her cheek against the marble cheek.

"I am not afraid, and I want whatever it must be, since it is life." Then she put the head back, and started upon her walk.

But first one thing and then another delayed her, until last of all she sat down under the oak near the gap in the hedge and asked herself if all these things could be chance.

And here she took to dreaming and watching the young rabbits come out of their holes, and to wondering what Fate held in store for her in the immediate future.

What was going to be her life?
That nothing but good could happen she always knew, because since the very beginning God--the same personal kindly force that she had always worshiped, unaltered by her deep learning, unweakened by any theological dissertations--was there manifesting the whole year round His wonderful love for the world.
And so she sat until the clock of the church at Sarthe-under-Crum struck one, and she started up, realizing that she was too late now to go on to Cheiron's and would only just have time to return for lunch with her aunts.