“Who taught you those lines?” asked the eremitess quickly.
“I found them in the device of a jewel,” replied Philippa.
“Strange!” said the recluse; but she did not explain why she thought it so. “Lady, the Living Water is the gift of God; or rather, it is God. And the heart of man was never meant to be satisfied with anything beneath God.”
“But the heart of woman, at least,” said Philippa, “for I am not a man—is often satisfied with things beneath God.”
“It often rests in them,” said the Grey Lady; “but I doubt whether it is satisfied. That is a strong word. Are you?”
“I am most unsatisfied,” answered Philippa; “otherwise I had not come to you. I want rest.”
“And yet Christ hath been saying all your life, to you, as to others,—‘Come unto Me, all ye that travail and are weary laden, and I will give you rest.’”
“He never gave it me.”
“Because you never came for it.”
“I wonder if He can give it,” said Philippa, sighing.