"Existing."
"What's the difference?"
"Just all the difference between light and darkness;—or between life and death. You would not call it living, if all joy and hope were gone out of existence; you would wish that existence could end."
"How do you know all about it so well, Miss Dolly?" the young man asked a little incredulously.
"Rupert, it begins in this world. I know a little of the difference now. I never was where all joy and hope were gone out of existence—though I have seen trouble," said Dolly gravely. "But I do know that nothing in this world is so good as the love of Christ; and that without Him life is not life."
"People seem to have a good time without it," said Rupert.
"For a little. How would they be, do you think, if all their pleasures were taken away?—their money, and all their money gets for them; friends and all?"
"Wretched dogs," said Rupert.
"But nobody in the world that loved Christ was ever that," Dolly said, smiling.
There was in her smile something so tender and triumphant at once, that it silenced Rupert. It was a testimony quite beyond words. For that instant Dolly's spirit looked out of the transparent features, and the light went to Rupert's heart like an arrow. Dolly moved on, and he followed, not looking at the gladiators' shields or Greek armour.