'"Lord, I will go willingly, because I love You."
'And although The King had had every right to give the order, He deigned instead to accept my long-delayed submission to His love. And presently He said,—
'"Oh, here's Ross coming back in the duck punt with your supper. I must go."
'But I cried, "Oh, don't leave me, stay to supper with us both."
'"I can't to-night, Anthony, I simply must go in to Plymouth, and there's an old woman in a cottage I must look in at on the way. You come to supper with Me instead on Sunday."
'So He departed over the fields to Plymouth, through clouds and trails of gorgeous blue and gold, and the water was all luminous from His footsteps, and the hills as He passed ablush with rose. As He went the sunset faded, and then suddenly the brightness all came back, for The Man called to me again from the cliff above the water,—
'"Anthony, the climate on that other river isn't fit for English women."
'"Oh, Beloved of my soul," I cried, "I am contented. I would not ask You for her back."
'Then He smiled and my Vision Splendid faded, but He left His peace behind, and the moon rose undimmed out of the ocean where the Helford River runs into the sea.
'And the reason that I've told you this, my dearest little daughter, is that you sound unhappy in your letters. You are haunted by a fear that He may take things from you. But, darling, don't you see that when you have Him you have everything. Oh, Meg, His strength! and the supreme perfection of His eyes. No brush can paint Him, no words describe Him. Oh, darling, won't you be dutiful to Him and leave everything to His most unutterable love?'