"That's one turtle dove," she said. "And are you another, and always bob your head when he bobs his'n?"
Diana wondered at this speech; it seemed to her, her mother was losing ground even in the matter of language. No thought of irritation crossed her; she was beyond trifles now. She made no answer; she merely bade her mother good-bye, and hurried out. And for a long while the drive was again in silence. Then, when the grey horse was walking up a hill, Diana spoke in a meditative sort of way.
"Basil—you said enjoyment was not the end of life"—
"Did I?" he answered gravely.
"If you didn't, it was Mother Bartlett. You do say so, I suppose?"
"Yes. It is not the end of life."
"What is, then?"
"To do the will of God. And by and by, if not sooner, enjoyment comes that way too, Diana. And when it comes that way, it stays, and lasts."
"How long?"
"For ever and ever!"