"How can you see it, Christian?"
"I?" - said he. "I see right through your eyes, back into the thought that looks out of them."
"Yet you ask me for the thought?"
"The root of it. Yes. I see that you are preoccupied, and troubled; - and trembling. You, my Daisy?
"Can I quite help it, Christian?"
"Can you quite trust the Lord?"
"But, - not that He will always save me from what I fear."
"No; not that. Let Him save you from the fear."
"How have you learned so much about it, so much more than I?" - and my lips were trembling then, I know.
"I have had time," he said gently. "All those months and months, when you were at an unimaginable distance from me, actually and morally, - and prospectively, - do you think I had no chance to exercise myself in the lesson of submission? I fought out that problem, Daisy."