All he asked was that God would be to him "a very present help" in it.
Slowly and thoughtfully he dressed, wondering the while from what depths of awful and forgotten experiences such dreams came.

He was yet awestruck and his spirit quailed when he thought of the eternity _behind_ him.

Meanwhile his trouble with Jane had partly receded to the background of thought and feeling.

He did not expect to see her at his breakfast table.

That was now a long-time-ago pleasure and he thought that by dinner-time he would be more able to cope with the circumstances.
But when he reached the hall the wide door stood open, the morning sunshine flooded the broad white marble steps which led to the entrance and Jane was slowly ascending them.