"Yes. Surely."
"Do you think we can be reassured about the dead—all the dead—and ourselves when we die?"
"Yes, I do. Very safe, very sure."
"Well, I think so this morning."
They walked by the marigolds and larkspur. "Where do you meet the dead? In this space?" He indicated it with a wide gesture.
"No. In space that permeates this space. In added space. When and where we make space. Though I think," said Marget, "that one day the edges will have so flowed together that we shall say 'in this space.'"
"You and Richard Linden both have that assurance?"
"Yes. Many have it now." She added, "I think, perhaps, that it is more easily felt in some places than in others."
He thought, "As we put telescopes on heights."
They walked by the wall with the ivy. Her quiet, dark eyes were upon him, friendly, kindly. He thought: "No less than Linden she hoped such a night for me. Perhaps—"