"He has suddenly discovered that life is a great riddle, and that the things he has accepted in blind faith are, after all, not so sure." She sighed.
"Do all go through it ?" she said thoughtfully.

"And how many, I wonder, get beyond ?" "Few enough," I replied moodily.

Then, remembering my role,--"But Derrick will get through; he has a thousand things to help him which others have not,--you, for instance.

And then I fancy he has a sort of insight which most of us are without." "Possibly," she said.

"As for me, it is little that I can do for him.
Perhaps you are right, and it is true that once in a life at any rate we all have to go into the wilderness alone." That was the last summer I ever saw Derrick's mother; she took a chill the following Christmas and died after a few days' illness.