“Well I don’t believe it is the same you read to me last time, though it is dismal enough for that or anything.”
“Not dismal, Dulcie.”
“Dreadfully dismal,” asserted Dulcibel. “What is it called?”
“The Day of Death.”
“And it’s about nothing but dying all through.”
Joan looked round with a quick movement.
“I like it,” she said. “If only one could feel so.”
“Very few people do,” observed Dulcibel.
“Except—” said George.
“No, not ‘except.’ Very few of even really and truly good people do, George. I am sure most of them are afraid, if they would confess it.”