“Are they upheld by this hope?” I asked.
“They are upheld by hope, but they do not in the least know their hope; to understand it, is yet immeasurably beyond them,” answered Mr. Raven.
His unexpected appearance had caused me no astonishment. I was like a child, constantly wondering, and surprised at nothing.
“Did you come to find me, sir?” I asked.
“Not at all,” he replied. “I have no anxiety about you. Such as you always come back to us.”
“Tell me, please, who am I such as?” I said.
“I cannot make my friend the subject of conversation,” he answered, with a smile.
“But when that friend is present!” I urged.
“I decline the more strongly,” he rejoined.
“But when that friend asks you!” I persisted.