Jack pressed his hand. “To take pains for His sake.” With his whole heart Jack recognised this key-note. Nothing else would do. Even Gipsy could not by herself give his life the full joy of a sufficient purpose; but as he thought of all the currents through which he must steer, and knew too well which way they often set, he shuddered.
“If I had not you to talk everything out with!” he said, inadequately enough.
“Oh, Jack, if I can’t help you still, it will be because the work is done better. I don’t fancy now that everything hangs on me. I am content.”
And Jack felt that the memory of that perfect contentment could never pass away from him.
Chapter Forty Five.
My Lady and My Queen.
“Let all be well—be well.”
“So, Queenie, you see there will soon be an end of it all!”