"Hope to heaven it does!"
"It would make things—a little pleasanter, Anthony."
"Peregrine, if—should anything—anything—er—dooced happen to you,
I'll—aye, by God, I'll fight the fellow myself."
"I beg you will do no such thing—I implore you Anthony."
"Oh? Damme and why not?"
"For the sake of Barbara—your Loveliness—your future happiness—"
"Tush, man!" he exclaimed bitterly. "That dream is over!"
"And I tell you Happiness is awaiting you—will come seeking you very soon, I feel sure."
"How should you know this?"
"You may have heard, Anthony, that people in such a position as mine—people who are facing the possibility of speedy dissolution, are sometimes gifted with a clearer vision—an intuition—call it what you will. However, I repeat my assurance that Happiness is awaiting you, coming to you with arms outstretched, if you will but have faith and patience—a happiness greater, fuller, richer than you have ever known."