“Not with me.”
“When did you die?”
“Years ago.”
“I had lost all trace of you.”
“It was better so, for all concerned.”
“Is she—is she”—
“She is on earth, and of it; she has found comfort long since; another fills my place. I do not grieve to yield it. Come!”
“But I have thought—for all these years—it was not right—I put the thought away—I do not understand”—
“Oh, come! I, too, have waited twenty years.”
“But is there no reason—no barrier—are you sure? God help me! You have turned Heaven into Hell for me, if this is not right.”