"Giving all what?"
"All one's power,—according to Foster's judgment of it."
"Do you know what that would end in?"
"I think I do. How do you mean?"
"Do you know how much a man or a woman would give who gave all he had?"
"Yes, of course I do."
"What would be left for himself?"
Lois did not answer at once; but then she stopped short in her walk and stood still, in the midst of rain and wind, confronting her companion. And her words were with an energy that she did not at all mean to give them.
"There would be left for him—all that the riches and love of God could do for his child."
Mr. Dillwyn gazed into the face that was turned towards him, flushed, fired, earnest, full of a grand consciousness, as of a most simple unconsciousness,—and for the moment did not think of replying. Then Lois recollected herself, smiled at herself, and went on.