"I thought it did"—said Diana rather faintly.
"In that case it would be a changeable, insecure thing; and being that, it would cease to be happiness."
"Yes. I thought human happiness was changeable and uncertain."
"Do you not feel that such conditions would spoil it? No; God loves us better than that."
"But, Mr. Masters," said Diana in some surprise, "nobody in this world can be sure of keeping what he likes?"
"Except one thing."
"What can that be?"
"Did you never see anybody who was happy independent of circumstances?"
Diana reflected. "I think Mother Bartlett is."
"I think so too."