She looked at the fire.
“I wonder,” she mused. “I didn’t give very much to Giuseppe.”
“You liked him,” smiled Christopher.
“He was a dear,” said Sara. “He was extraordinarily considerate, and we were always beautifully polite to each other. But——”
“Exactly,” said Christopher. “But—— One day a force will take you prisoner. Gifts will be showered on you, and you will shower gifts, and that little word of three letters, which stands for so much, will have no place in your vocabulary.”
“And I shall give up everything?” she queried below her breath.
“You will give up everything, because you will have gained everything,” he said.
“How do you know all this?” she asked.
Christopher lifted his shoulders the tiniest fraction.
“There is some knowledge,” he said, “which is born in one, and of which one need no experience in this incarnation. Probably I brought mine with me from the experience of ages long ago.”