“To give the heart to God,” replied she.
“That I have discovered,” he said.
“And have you given it?”
“I hope so.”
“Yes, but haven’t you the assurance?” asked she, earnestly.
“I hope so,” responded Lawrence Newt, in the same kindly tone.
“But assurance is a gift,” continued she.
“A gift of what?”
“Of Peace,” replied Mrs. Simcoe.
“Ah! well, I have that,” said the other, quietly, as his eyes rested upon the portrait.