"Not replace what is lost," said Diana sadly.
"More than replace it, even when one has lost all."
"That can't be!—that must be impossible, sometimes," said Diana. "I don't believe you know."
"Yes, I do," said the minister gravely.
"People would not be human."
"Very human—tenderly human. Do you really think, Miss Diana, that he who made our hearts, made them larger than he himself can fill?"
Diana sat silent a while, and the minister stood considering her; his heart strained with sympathy and longing to give her help, and at the same time doubting how far he might or dared venture. Diana on her part fearing to show too much, but remembering also that this chance might never repeat itself. The fear of losing it began to overtop all other fear. So she began again.
"But, Mr Masters—this, that you speak of—I haven't got it; and I don't understand it. What shall I do?"
"Get it."
"How?"