"It's nothing but mystery all around us," he replied, wearily and dejectedly.
"No, not 'all around us,'" she answered, quickly. "It's clear when we look up. Faith builds a safe bridge to God, and to Him there are no mysteries."
Her touch upon his brow thrilled him, and her presence was both exhilarating and restful.
At last she said, "I am sorry you have these dreadful headaches so often."
"I shall never be again."
"Why so?"
"Because they have led to this evening. It has been so many long, miserable years since I experienced anything like this."
"Ah, I see, you have been very lonely. You have had no one to care for you, and that I believe has been the cause of half your trouble—evil, I mean. Indeed, they are about the same thing. Don't you see? The world is too large a place for a home. You need a nook in it, with some one there to look after you and for you to think about."
He looked at her searchingly, and then turned away his face in pain. She could not utter such words in that placid style, were she not utterly devoid of the feeling that was filling his soul with an ecstasy of hope and fear.
"Do not think that even many of our sex are like Miss Bently. You will see and choose more wisely hereafter, and find that, in exchanging that wretched club-life for a cosey home of your own, you take a good step in all respects."