It will be the morning of the resurrection, then, thought Diana; but she only replied,
"What 'terms,' Basil, do you mean?"
"Doing the Lord's will. His will is always good, Diana, and brings sweet fruit; only you must wait till the fruit is ripe, my child."
"Then what about mother?"
"I do not believe she would come to us."
"Nor I. Suppose she would let us come to her?"
"Then I would go,—if you wished it."
"I don't wish it, Basil. I was thinking, if I could bear it? But the thought will not out of my head, that she ought not to be alone."
"Then do what is in thine heart," the minister said cheerfully.