Odd that she should have been taken and he left." Then, with a sigh and a shrug of the shoulders he turned to his business.
Godfrey went to the little house at Hampstead where he used to live while he was studying as a lad, for here Mrs.Parsons was waiting for him.

Then for the first time he gave way and they wept in each other's arms.
"We were too happy, Nurse," he said.
"Yes," she answered, "love like hers wasn't for this world, and more than once she said to me that she never expected to see you again in the flesh, though I thought she meant it was you who would go, as might have been expected.

Stop, I have something for you." Going to a desk she produced from it a ring, that with the turquoise hearts; also a canvas-covered book.
"That's her diary," she said, "she used to write in it every day." That night Godfrey read many beautiful and sacred things in this diary.
From it he learned that the shock of his supposed death had caused Isobel to miscarry and made her ill for some time, though underneath the entries about her illness and the false news of his death she had written: "He is not dead.

I _know_ that he is not dead." Afterwards there were some curious sentences in which she spoke joyfully of having seen him in her sleep, ill, but living and going to recover, "at any rate for a while," she had added.
On the very day of her death she had made this curious note: "I feel as though Godfrey and I were about to be separated for a while, and yet that this separation will really bring us closer together.

I am strangely happy.