Then Hyde plunged with headlong precipitancy into the story of his love for Cornelia, and of the inexplicably cruel way in which it had been brought to a close.  “And yesterday,” he continued with a sob in his voice—­“yesterday I heard that her father had taken her to Philadelphia.  I shall see her no more.  He will marry her to Rem Van Arenas, or to one of her Quaker cousins, and the taste is taken out of my life, and I am only a walking misery.”

“I do not believe it is Cornelia’s fault.”

“Here is her letter.  Read it.”  Then Annie look the letter and after reading it said, “If she be all you say, I will vow she wrote this in her sleep.  I should like to see her.  Why do you think wrong of her?  What is love without faith in the one you love?  Do you know first and finally what true love is?  It is thinking kindly and nobly.  For if we give all we have, and do all we can do, and yet think unkindly, it profits us nothing.  Doctor Roslyn told me so.  You remember him?”

“Your teacher?”

“My teacher, my friend, my father after the spirit.  He told me that our thoughts moulded our fate, because thought and life are one.  So then, if you really love Cornelia, you must think good of her, and then good will come.”

“If thought and life are one, Annie, if doing good, and giving good, are nothing to thinking good, and we are to be judged by our quality of thinking, there will be a greater score against all of us, than we can imagine.  I, for one, should not like to be brought face to face with what I think, and have thought about people; it would be an accounting beyond my power to settle.”

“There is no accounting.  If all the priests in Christendom tell you so, believe them not.  Do you think God keeps a score against you?  Do you think the future is some torture chamber, or condemned cell?  Oh, how you wrong God!”

“But we are taught, Annie, that the future must correct the past.”

“True, but the future, like the present, is a school—­only a school.  And the Great Master is so compassionate, so ready to help, so ready to enlighten, so sure to make out of our foolishness some wise thing.  If we learn the lesson we came here to learn, He will say to us ’Well done’—­ and then we shall go higher.”

“If we do not learn it?”

“Ah then, we are turned back to try it over again!  I should not like to be turned back—­would you ?”

“But He will punish us for failure.”

“Our earthly fathers are often impatient with us; His compassions fail not.  Oh this good God!” she cried in an ecstasy—­“Oh that I knew where I might find Him!  Oh that I could come into His presence!” and her eyes dilated, and were full of an incomparable joy, as if they were gazing upon some glorious vision, and glad with the gladness of the angels.

Hyde looked at her with an intense interest.  He wondered if this angelic little creature had ever known the frailties and temptations of mortal life, and she answered his thought as if he had spoken it aloud.