"Basil," said Diana, almost tremulously, "I think I am now."
"Well," said her husband tenderly, "you know who could say, and did say, 'If any man thirst, let him come unto ME and drink.' 'I am the bread of life; he that cometh to me shall never hunger, and he that believeth on me shall never thirst.'"
That bringing together of need and supply, while yet Need does not see how it is to stretch out its hand to take the supply—how sharp and how pitiful it makes the sense of longing! Diana drooped her head till it touched Basil's arm; it seemed to her that her heart would fairly break.
"But that doesn't mean"—she said, bringing out her words with hesitation and difficulty,—"that does not mean hunger of every sort?"
"Yes."
"Of earthly sorts, Basil? how can it? people's desires for so many things?"
"Is there any limit or qualification to the promise?"
"N-o; not there."
"Is there anywhere else?"
Diana was silent.