So fare you well, who thinking that you have lost, have gained all.

It is I, I who have lost.

Again farewell, and bid that old Pasteur to pray for me, which he, who is good, will do, although I was his enemy and cursed him." "See that she lacks for nothing till the end, and comfort her if you can," said Godfrey to the Pasteur.
That night a shape of glory seemed to stand by Godfrey's bed and to whisper wonderful things into his ears.

He saw it, ah, clearly, and knew that informing its changeful loveliness was all which had been Isobel upon the earth.
"Fear nothing," he thought it said, "for I am with you and others greater than I.Know, Godfrey, that everything has a meaning and that all joy must be won through pain.

Our lives seem to have been short and sad, but these are not the real life, they are but its black and ugly door, whereof the threshold must be watered with our tears and the locks turned by the winds of Faith and Prayer.