“You’ve been very ill, I know. Did you think then that to die, and leave off everything would be—horrid?”
“No,” he answered. “For one thing, when I’ve been in danger, I’ve been too bad to know it. But I do know what it is to face—destruction. And certainly there is something beyond it.”
She turned round to him as they came up to the hotel.
“I’m awfully obliged to you,” she said, in girlish speech, but in a deeply moved voice.
“You’ll not tell any one, will you? I want to think about it quietly.”
Guy promised, and they came back on to the verandah together.