Nor, save for Isobel's sake did she desire to live.

Her simple faith upbore her through the fears of departure, and assured her of forgiveness for all errors, and of happiness beyond in a land where there was one at least whom she wished to meet.
"I won't try to argue with you, because I am not wise enough to understand such things," she said to Isobel, "but I wish, dearest, that you would not be so certain as to matters which are too high for us." "I can't help it, Mother," she answered.
Lady Jane looked at her and smiled, and then said: "No, darling, you can't help it now, but I am sure that a time must come when you will think differently.

I say this because something tells me that it is so, and the knowledge makes me very happy.

You see we must all of us go through darkness and storms in life; that is if we are worth anything, for, of course, there are people who do not feel.
Yet at the end there is light, and love, and peace, for you as well as for me, Isobel; yes, and for all of us who have tried to trust and to repent of what we have done wrong." "As you believe it I hope that it is true; indeed, I think that it must be true, Mother dear," said Isobel with a little sob.
The subject was never discussed between them again, but although Isobel showed no outward change of attitude, from that time forward till the end, her mother seemed much easier in her mind about her and her views.
"It will all come right.

We shall meet again.