You shall go straight to your jasper seat; and because, with the Lord, one day is as a thousand years, and a thousand years as one day, your eyes will scarce have time to grow used to the great glory, before you see the Reverend Mother coming, walking between the two who have faithfully loved her; and you, who have also loved her faithfully, will also mount the golden stair, and together we all shall kneel before the throne of God, and understand at last the full meaning of those words of wonder: GOD IS LOVE." A look of ineffable joy lit up the dying face.
"Straight to my jasper seat," she said, "to watch--to wait"---- Then came the sudden fading of the spurious strength.

The Bishop put out his hand and reached for the holy oil.
* * * * * * The golden sunset light flooded the chamber with radiance.
The Bishop still watched beside the couch.
Having rallied sufficiently to make her last confession, short and simple as a child's; having received absolution and the last sacred rites of the Church, Mary Antony had slipped into a peaceful slumber.
The Bishop had to bend over and listen, to make sure that she still breathed.
Suddenly she opened her eyes and looked full into his.
"Did you wed the Reverend Mother to the splendid Knight ?" she asked, and her voice was strong again and natural, with the little chuckle of curiosity and humour in it, as of old.
"This morning," answered the Bishop, "I wedded them." "Did he kiss her ?" asked old Antony, with an indescribable twinkle of gleeful enjoyment, though those twinkling eyes seemed the only living thing in the old face.
"Nay," said the Bishop.

"They who truly kiss, kiss not in public." "Ah," whispered Mary Antony.

"Yea, verily! I know that to be true." She lifted wandering fingers and, after much groping, touched her forehead, with a happy smile.
Not knowing what else the action could mean, the Bishop leaned forward and made the sign of the cross on her brow.
Mary Antony gave that peculiar little chuckle of enjoyment, which had always marked her pleasure when the very learned made mistakes.

It gave her so great a sense of cleverness.
After this the light faded from the old eyes, and the Bishop had begun to think they would not again open upon this world, when a strange thing happened.
There was a flick of wings, and in, through the open window, flew the robin.
First he perched on the marble hand of the Madonna.