You and he are near akin. Would you slay your brother-in-sin? What he does yourself shall do—
That was the Son's hereditary destiny.
Lying on her back under Karva, she dreamed her "Dream-Play"; saying the unfinished verses over and over again, so as to remember them when she got home. She was unutterably happy.
She thought: "I don't care what happens so long as I can go on."
She jumped up to her feet. "I must go and see what Mamma's doing."
Her mother was sewing in the drawing-room and waiting for her to come to tea. She looked up and smiled.
"What are you so pleased about?" she said.
"Oh, nothing."
Mamma was adorable, sitting there like a dove on its nest, dressed in a dove's dress, grey on grey, turning dove's eyes to you in soft, crinkly lids. She held her head on one side, smiling at some secret that she kept. Mamma was happy, too.
"What are you looking such an angel for?"