"Don't you have it also when happiness comes to you, as on this morning while we waited together?"
"No great happiness like this ever came before. I have been glad, like when mother said I might go to Farington to school; and when I knelt and was confirmed, I was glad then. The first gladness I can remember was when my father used to carry me in his arms up and down his path and repeat strange poetry to me. When you are well, we will go there, won't we?"
"Yes, dearest; but didn't the remembrance come to you just now, when you saw the long path of light before us?"
"I think no, David. I'm afraid I forgot every one but you then, when you asked would I like to bide here with you; and the long path of light was our love—for it reaches up to heaven, doesn't it, David?"
"It reaches to heaven, Cassandra."
Then they were silent, for there was no more to say.