things; one has not either to know or to act--one has only to
feel."

She ceased speaking, and sat for a moment upright in her chair.
Then she went on. "Now the moment I saw you, my dear boy, I loved
you--indeed I have always loved you, I think, and I have always
felt that some day in His good time God would bring us together.
But I see too that you have not found the strength of God. You are
not at peace. Your life is full and active and kind; you are
faithful and pure; but your self is still unbroken, like a crystal
wall all round you. I think you will have to suffer; but you will
believe, will you not, that you have not seen a half of the wonder
of life? You are full of happy experience, but you have begun to
feel the larger need. And I knew that when you began to feel that
need, you would be brought to me, not to be given it, but to be
shown it. That is all I can say to you now, but you will know the
fulness of life. It is not experience, action, curiosity, ambition,
desire, as many think, that is fulness of life; those are
delusions, things through which the soul has to pass, just that it
may learn not to rest in them. The fulness of life is the stillest,
quietest, inner joy, which nothing can trouble or shadow; love is a
part of it, but not quite all--for there is a shadow even in love;
and this is the larger peace."

Howard sat amazed at the fire and glow of the words that came to
him. He did not fully understand all that was said, but he had a
sense of being brought into touch with a very tremendous and
overwhelming force indeed. But he could not for the moment revise
his impressions; he only perceived that he had come unexpectedly
upon a calm and radiating centre of energy, and it seemed in his