When I've lived my life and worn myself out with trying to get the utmost I can out of everything, I shall spend the first three thousand years of eternity sitting quite still upon a fixed star without speaking, with my legs dangling into space, and looking at you.

It will be such a nice rest, before beginning life over again." "Say two thousand years; you'd never be able to sit still without speaking for more than two thousand years at the outside.

By that time you'd have pulled yourself together, and be wanting to set about teaching the angels a thing or two.

I know your ways." "I should enjoy that," laughed Elisabeth.
"So would the angels, if they were anything like me." Elisabeth laughed again, and looked through the trees to the fields beyond.

Friends were much more comfortable than lovers, she said to herself; Alan in his palmiest days had never been half so soothing to her as Christopher was now.