Could you get up a quiet rubber in the evenings, do you think ?" But Frank had shaken hands and was gone.

As he rode home he thought much of sorrow, and the different ways of bearing it.

He decided that it was sent by God for some holy purpose, and to call out into existence some higher good; and he thought that if it were faithfully taken as His decree there would be no passionate, despairing resistance to it; nor yet, if it were trustfully acknowledged to have some wise end, should we dare to baulk it, and defraud it by putting it on one side, and, by seeking the distractions of worldly things, not let it do its full work.

And then he returned to his conversation with Maggie.

That had been real comfort to him.