"Their pleasures rise to things unseen,
Beyond the bounds of time:
Where neither eyes nor ears have been,
Nor thoughts of mortals climb."
"You judge," said she, "like the rest of the world, of that which they see not. After all, they know best whether they are happy. What do you think of Mrs. Vawse?
"I don't know what to think of her; she is wonderful to me; she is past my comprehension entirely. Don't make her an example."
"No, religion has done that for me. What do you think of your brother?"
"George? He is happy, there is no doubt of that; he is the happiest person in the family, by all odds; but then I think he has a natural knack at being happy; it is impossible for anything to put him out."
Alice smiled, and shook her head again.
"Sophistry, Sophia. What do you think of me?"
"I don't see what reason you have to be anything but happy."
"What have I to make me so?"
Sophia was silent. Alice laid her thin hand upon hers.