"He never does—his children—if that is what you mean. He always provides a way of escape."
"Where?"
"At Christ's feet."
"Basil, how can I get there?" she said with a sob.
"You are there, my darling," he said, putting her gently into the easy-chair she had disregarded. "Those who trust in him, his hand never lets go. They may seem to themselves to lose their standing—they may not feel the ground under their feet—but he knows; and he will not let them fall. If they hold fast to him, Diana."
"Basil, you don't know the whole."
"Do you want to tell me?"
Her voice was abrupt and hoarse; his was calm and cool as the fall of the dew.
"I want to tell you if I can. But I shall hurt you."
"I am very willing, if it eases you. Go on."