"No."
"Yet you are going to settle down at Stepney."
"And you, too?"
"As for me, I don't know." The young man colored slightly. "I may go away again soon and find work elsewhere."
"I was walking yesterday," she went on, "in the great, great church-yard of Stepney Church. Do you know it?"
"Yes—that is, I have not been inside the walls. I am not fond of church-yards."
"There they lie—acres of graves. Thousands upon thousands of dead people, and not one of the whole host remembered. All have lived, worked, hoped much, got a little, I suppose, and died. And the world none the better."
"Nay, that you cannot tell."
"Not one of all remembered," she repeated. "There is an epitaph in the church-yard which might do for every one:
"'Here lies the body of Daniel Saul—