"I'm going to see Elder Malby this afternoon," said Chester. "This evening I shall call again. Meanwhile"—they were alone in the hall now—"you must keep up your courage and faith. I feel as though everything will yet turn out well."
He took her as usual in his arms, and she clung to him closer than she had ever done before.
"Chester," she said, "I can't yet feel that there is any difference in our relationship. You are yet my lover, are you not?"
"Yes, Lucy; and you are my sweetheart. Somehow, I am not condemned when I say it. What can it be—"
"Something that whispers peace to our hearts."
"The Comforter, Lucy, the Comforter from the Lord."