A hundred welcomes Sheela, it's a cure for sore eyes to see you; sit down and rest and tell us your news.
Sheela.
Musha! I have no news. It is not news that's troubling me.
Maurya.
Arrah! and what's troubling you? sure you're not ill!
Sheela.
I'm not ill, thanks be to God and to His blessed mother, but I do be thinking of the four last ends—the Death and the Judgment, and Hell and Heaven, for I know I shan't be much longer in this sorrowful world, and I wouldn't mind if I were leaving it to-morrow.
Maurya.
No nonsense at all of that sort ever comes into my head, and I'm older than you. I'm not tired of this world yet. I have knowledge of this world, and I have no knowledge at all of the other world. Nobody ever came back to tell me about it. I'll be time enough thinking of Death when he comes. And, another thing,—I don't believe that God created anyone to burn him in hell eternally.