Lorenzo smiled. "You can't tell me any of that. I know. I'm the happiest man in the world." Then he went on, taking up the rake and scratching a little here and there: "Like other pupils, I've surpassed my teacher. You've preached, and I practice; you can describe God's thoughts, and I think them. You're sure that He can do anything, and I know what He's going to do. I've been let straight into one of His secrets. It's been revealed to me how the world is run."
Jane stared. "How can you talk so?"
"I talk so because I know so. Everything's coming right for you."
"You're crazy," she tried to laugh.
"I've heard people say that of you. Not that it matters."
She stood watching him and considering his words. "I wouldn't let you give me the money to straighten out my father's affairs, even if you were ever so rich, you know," she said slowly. "I couldn't."
"I know it."
"And I wouldn't let Auntie pay the debts."
"I know. God doesn't require either your aunt's help or mine in this matter."
Jane's eyes moistened slightly. "Please don't make a joke of anything so hard and sad."