“And there he is altogether right,” he said, “for love is all off the same piece whether it’s in a great fold that ties two lives together—like yours and mine, Lucy—or but some little scrap that just binds up a pricked finger. For God is Love, and therefore Love is God, and any affection that gets taken outside that unity is—just—an idol!”
“‘And the idols He shall utterly abolish,’” he added after a moment’s pause. As he spoke, he drew back the curtain. The moon was up, silvering the mist that hung low over the Channel. They sat side by side in silence. Lucy was trying to gather from her husband’s words some cheer for the one trial she could not feel it right to confide to him—the only secret she had ever withheld from him. After a fashion of which most of us have had pathetic experience, she strove to get an oracle at a venture.
“It comforts me so to talk to you,” she said. “You smooth things out. Worries will come, and jarrings. What shall I do when you are not here to say good words to me?”
“You will say them to yourself,” he answered. “You will hear them in your own heart. Sometimes, indeed, it seems to me as if I merely hear your thoughts and put them into words for you.”
(To be continued.)
[OUR PUZZLE REPORT: A WELL-BRED GIRL (No. 2).]
SOLUTION.
A Well-Bred Girl (No. 2).
1. A well-bred girl always makes herself pleasant to those about her, especially to the lonely and unhappy.