“Because she’s an angel, because she has the wisdom of the centuries, because she is a born matchmaker, because she always does what she makes up her mind to do, and, lastly—and most important, Jane, she has a proper sense of the eternal fitness of things.”
“That’s true. Nothing else was possible, was it, Phil?”
“No. It was written—a thousand years ago.”
She turned in his arms.
“Have you thought that—always?” she asked.
“I never gave up hoping.”
“Nor I.”
She was silent a moment.
“Phil.”
“What, Jane?”