"Oh, go on, Mr. Geoffrey, go on. Only I guess I'll light the gas jest the same, if you don't mind!" Which Mrs. Trapes did forthwith. "But what was you a-doin' of all alone in the dark?"
"Glorying in life, Mrs. Trapes, and praising the good God for health and strength to enjoy it and the fulness thereof—"
"'Fulness thereof' meanin' jest what, Mr. Geoffrey?"
"The most beautiful thing in a beautiful world, Mrs. Trapes."
"An' that's Hermy, I s'pose. An' all that talk o' glory an' radiance an' magic light means as you've been an' spoke, I guess?"
"It does."
"An' what did she say?"
"Nothing."
"Nothin'?"
"Not with her lips, but—"