"Thank you. Do you mean, that of Christ you could?"
"No—" said Diana, hesitating; "but I thought, perhaps, he might not care."
"He had need to be long-suffering!" said Basil; "for we do try his patience, the best of us. 'He has borne our griefs and carried our sorrows,' Diana; down into humiliation and death; that he might so earn the right to lift them off our shoulders and hearts; and one of his children doubts if he cares!"
"But he does not lift them off, Basil," said Diana; and her voice trembled with the unshed tears.
"He will"—said her husband.
"When?"
"As soon as we let him."
"What must I do to let him?"
"Trust him wholly. And follow him like a child."
The tears came, Diana could not hinder them; she laid her face against the side of her chair where Basil could not see it.