Now I must be going.
Don't forget to give the note.

I shall have to say that I waited a long while before I found anyone.

Goodbye, Godfrey." "Goodbye, Isobel," he answered, but she was gone.
"I hope he did dream that it was his mother who kissed him," Isobel reflected to herself, for now the full enormity of her performance came home to her.

Young as she was, a mere child with no knowledge of the great animating forces of life and of the mysteries behind them, she wondered why she had done this thing; what it was that forced her to do it.

For she knew well that something had forced her, something outside of herself, as she understood herself.