"Are the olive-leaves safe yet?" he asked, in a low voice.
"Oh yes," I said; "did you think I would lose them?"
"No, I did not think so; but I wanted you to tell me, that was all."
How much there was to talk of during those few days, and how many times we said the words, "Do you remember?" I have heard it said that when we use those three words it is a proof that we are talking to friends and not to strangers. To strangers we can never say, "Do you remember?" But to friends, to those who have gone side by side with us along any part of the pathway of life, how often we say to them, "Do you remember this?" "Do you remember that?" And how pleasant it is to recall first one thing and then another in the past, and to talk it over together!
I think this will be one of the pleasures of heaven. We shall often there, I think, use those three words, "Do you remember?" as we go over together in memory all the way that the Lord our God has led us, and as we recall the many proofs of His love, His goodness, and His wisdom, that we enjoyed together on earth.
It was the last evening of Lord Moreton's and Mr. Stanley's visit; the next day they were to leave us for the North.
We were wandering about the lovely gardens of Alliston Hall, gathering fresh flowers for Evelyn's sitting-room, for I would never let any one else arrange the flowers there.
Lord Moreton was very anxious to see a new and very rare shrub that Sir William had had planted at the other side of the gardens, and Evelyn went to show it to him.
Mr. Stanley and I stopped behind, for he complained of feeling tired, and I had not finished gathering my flowers.
"I am so sorry we are going to-morrow," he said.