But I think from this day I am about to enter a better frame of mind, to prepare myself for reunion with Frank.

You see I still think of Frank more than of God; and unless it be counted that in thus loving the creature so much, so long, and so exclusively, I have not at least blasphemed the Creator, small is my chance of salvation.

What do you think, Lucy, of these things?
Be my chaplain, and tell me." This question I could not answer: I had no words.

It seemed as if she thought I _had_ answered it.
"Very right, my child.

We should acknowledge God merciful, but not always for us comprehensible.