Whereas you are Roger's whole world." With the New Year Lord St.John returned to town.

Nan missed him every minute of the day, but she had drawn new strength and steadfastness from his kindly counsels.

He understood both the big tragedies of life--which often hold some brief, perfect memory to make them bearable--and those incessant, gnat-like irritations which uncongenial fellowship involves.
Somehow he had the faculty of relegating small personal vexations to their proper place in the scheme of things--thrusting them far into the background.

It was as though someone drew you to the window and, ignoring the small, man-made flower-beds of the garden with their insistent crop of weeds, the circumscribed lawns, and the foolish, twisting paths that led to nowhere, pointed you to the distant landscape where the big breadths of light and shadow, the broad draughtmanship of God, stretched right away to the dim blue line of the horizon..