"The blessed Woice," said Sue, "'ave been with me all the w'y."
"And with me," said Giles.
"You won't go jest yet, Giles," said Sue.
"Wery soon—but not quite yet," he answered.
Sue smiled and kissed his hand, and they talked as those who have been long parted, and know they must be parted soon again, will talk, when heart meets heart.
In the other room people were not more cheerful, but at least more glad.
"There is nothing left to wish for," said Pickles. "It's just the best thing in all the world for little Giles to get quite well up in heaven. Ain't it now?" he added, looking at Father John.
"Yes," said Father John very briefly. Then he turned to Connie.
"You must never forget all that you have lived through, Connie," he said. "You'll be a better and a braver girl just because of these dark days."
"She's the best wench on 'arth," said Harris.