At last, however, I grew terrified and asked her bluntly what she meant.
"I don't quite know, dearest," she replied, "especially as I am wonderfully well.

But--but--" "But what ?" I asked.
"But I think that our companionship is going to be broken for a little while." "For a little while!" I exclaimed.
"Yes, Humphrey.

I think that I shall be taken away from you--you know what I mean," and she nodded towards the churchyard.
"Oh, my God!" I groaned.
"I want to say this," she added quickly, "that if such a thing should happen, as it happens every day, I implore you, dearest Humphrey, not to be too much distressed, since I am sure that you will find me again.
No, I can't explain how or when or where, because I do not know.

I have prayed for light, but it has not come to me.

All I know is that I am not talking of reunion in Mr.Bastin's kind of conventional heaven, which he speaks about as though to reach it one stumbled through darkness for a minute into a fine new house next door, where excellent servants had made everything ready for your arrival and all the lights were turned up.