Then she recovered a little and made a nervous attempt to withdraw. “But the church at Westminster?”
He laughed like a boy. “Oh, Golightly may have that now, and welcome.”
“But the work in London?”
“Ah, that's all right, Glory. Ever since I heard from you I have been dealing with the bonds which bound me to London one by one, unravelling some and breaking others. They are all discharged now, every one of them, and I need think of them no more. Self is put behind forever, and I can stand before God and say: 'Do with me as you will; I am ready for anything—anything!'”
“Oh!”
“Crying, Glory? My poor, dear child! But why are you crying?”
“It's nothing!”
“Are you sure—quite sure? Am I asking too much of you? Don't let us deceive ourselves—think——”
“Let us talk of something else now.” She began to laugh. “Look at me, John—don't I look well to-day?”
“You always look well, Glory.”