"I'm afraid you have been worrying."
"Do I look uglier?" cried Charmian, almost with sharpness.
Susan Fleet could not help smiling, but in her smile there was no sarcasm, only a gentle, tolerant humor.
"I hardly know. People say my ideas about looks are all crazy. I can't admire many so-called beauties, you see. There's more expression in your face, I think. But I don't know that I should call it happy expression."
"I wish I were like you. I wish I could feel indifferent to happiness!"
"I don't suppose I am indifferent. Only I don't feel that every small thing of to-day has power over me, any more than I feel that a grain of dust which I can flick from my dress makes me unclean. It's a long journey we are making. And I always think it's a great mistake to fuss on a journey."
"I don't know anyone who can give me what you do," said Charmian.
"It's a long journey up the Ray," said Susan.
"The Ray?" said Charmian, seized with a sense of mystery.
"The bridge that leads from the personal which perishes to the immortal which endures."