“But I do not see why you might not have blessed humanity more by your united efforts.”
“Because we should have been located, spiritually insphered in each other's life. Now I have no excuse for halting. I must be forever moving to some center, and he will find his life in and through me, loving me ever, but yet never quite settling into my life, which he was naturally inclined to do. In his atmosphere I shall gather another kind of strength and life; a life of two-fold power, because he will be so near in affection, so close and indwelling. I shall have the light of his spiritual life within me to guide me on; and can I not labor, yea, bear all things with such strength?”
“O, Dawn, for such light one could call life and toil here, rest and heaven.”
“As it ever will be if we seek the harmonies of our lives.”
“Now you rob death of its gloom to me. You must talk with Basil of these things, he can understand and appreciate them. Did you know that he was a relative of the Seyton's, a cousin to Ralph's mother?”
Dawn started. It was all clear now. Ralph would have her go to them, and that was the cause of her yearning to be there.
“Shall we go to-morrow,” she asked of her friend, who sat abstracted by her side.
“Where?”
“To Miss Bernard's?”
“Yes, to-morrow. They are anxious to see you, as is also your protege, young Mr. Bowen, who has inquired for you every time I have met him.”