to enter in and take possession, there was a soft murmur of joy,
half wonder and half recognition; as if the new and immortal
dwelling
were crowned with the beauty of surprise, lovelier and nobler
than
all the dreams of it had been; and yet also as if it were touched
with
the beauty of the familiar, the remembered, the long-loved.
One after another the travelers were led to their own mansions,
and went in gladly; and from within, through the open doorways
came sweet voices of welcome, and low laughter, and song.

At last there was no one left with the Guide but the two old
friends,
Doctor McLean and John Weightman. They were standing in front of

one of the largest and fairest of the houses, whose garden glowed
softly
with radiant flowers. The Guide laid his hand upon the doctor's
shoulder.

"This is for you," he said. "Go in; there is no more pain here,
no more death, nor sorrow, nor tears; for your old enemies are
all conquered. But all the good that you have done for others,
all the help that you have given, all the comfort that you have
brought,
all the strength and love that you have bestowed upon the
suffering,
are here; for we have built them all into this mansion for you."