"I always had an idea that I should like to die in a real, good, yellow London fog.

You couldn't change for the worse." "I should have liked to have died in my sleep," said Sadie.
"How beautiful to wake up and find yourself in the other world! There was a piece that Hetty Smith used to say at the College: 'Say not good-night, but in some brighter world wish me good-morning.'" The Puritan aunt shook her head at the idea.

"It's a terrible thing to go unprepared into the presence of your Maker," said she.
"It's the loneliness of death that is terrible," said Mrs.Belmont.
"If we and those whom we loved all passed over simultaneously, we should think no more of it than of changing our house." "If the worst comes to the worst, we won't be lonely," said her husband.
"We'll all go together, and we shall find Brown and Headingly and Stuart waiting on the other side." The Frenchman shrugged his shoulders.

He had no belief in survival after death, but he envied the two Catholics the quiet way in which they took things for granted.

He chuckled to think of what his friends in the Cafe Cubat would say if they learned that he had laid down his life for the Christian faith.