Diana waited a few minutes and then spoke again.
"Basil—I want to consult you."
"Well, do it."
"Ought I to leave my mother to live alone, as she is? She is not young now."
"What would you do?"
"If I knew, Basil, I would like it to do what I ought to do."
"Would you take her to live with you?"
"If you would?—and she would."
Basil put his arm round his wife and bent down and kissed her. He would not have done it if he could have guessed how she shrank.
"If you will take life on those terms," he said, "then it will be true for you, that 'sorrow may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.'"