Bess was only one of millions at the mercy of unknown motive in nature and life.

Content had come to Venters in the valley; happiness had breathed in the slow, warm air; love as bright as light had hovered over the walls and descended to him; and now on the west wind came a whisper of the eternal triumph of faith over doubt.
"How much better I am for what has come to me!" he exclaimed.

"I'll let the future take care of itself.

Whatever falls, I'll be ready." Venters retraced his steps along the terrace back to camp, and found Bess in the old familiar seat, waiting and watching for his return.
"I went off by myself to think a little," he explained.
"You never looked that way before.

What--what is it?
Won't you tell me ?" "Well, Bess, the fact is I've been dreaming a lot.