As you seem to know all about everything, Jeanne, I suppose you know about that." He spoke rather, just a very little, grumpily, but Jeanne, rather to his surprise, did not laugh at him this time.

Instead, she looked up in his face earnestly, with a strange deep look in her eyes.
"I think very often we have to find our way in the dark," she said dreamily.

"I think I remember about that.

But," she went on, with a complete change of voice, her eyes dancing merrily as if they had never looked grave in their life, "it's not dark now, Cheri, and it's going to be ever so bright.

Just look at the lovely moon through the trees.