"But, O Basil! how could he? how could he?"
"I don't know."
"And yet you say he is good?"
"And so you say too. The only good; the utterly, perfectly good; who loves his people, and keeps his promises, and who has said that all things shall work together for the good of those that love him."
"How can such a thing as this?" she said faintly.
"Suppose you and I cannot see how? Then faith comes in and believes it without seeing. We shall see by and by."
"But Basil—suppose—Evan—comes?"
"Well?"
"Suppose—he came—here?"
"Well, Diana?"