It is on the shoulders of others.

When we die we know, and we have to answer." "Is the answering so hard, Margot ?" The woman shook her head feebly and sadly, but did not speak.
"You have been a good mother, Margot." She made no sign.
"You have been a good neighbour; you have done unto others as you would be done by." She scarcely seemed to hear.
"You have been a good servant--doing your duty in season and out of season; honest and just and faithful." The woman's fingers twitched on the coverlet, and she moved her head restlessly.
The Curb almost smiled, for it seemed as if Margot were finding herself wanting.

Yet none in Chaudiere but knew that she had lived a blameless life--faithful, friendly, a loving and devoted mother, whose health had been broken by sleepless attendance at sick-beds by night, while doing her daily work at the house of the late Louis Trudel.
"I will answer for the way you have done your duty, Margot," said the Cure.

"You have been a good daughter of the Church." He paused a minute, and in the pause some one rose from a chair by the window and looked out on the sunset sky.

It was Charley.