"It has nothing else," said Diana despondently. "And I look forward and see nothing else. And when I think of living on and on so--my brain almost turns, and I wonder why I was made." "Not to live so. Our Maker meant none of us to live a humdrum life; don't you know, we were intended for 'glory, honour, and immortality'?" "How can one get out of humdrum?" Diana asked disconsolately. "By living to God." "I don't understand you." "You understand how a woman can live to a beloved human creature, doing everything in the thought and the joy of her affection." Was he probing her secret? Diana's breath came short; she sat with eyes cast down and a feeling of oppression; growing pale with her pain. But she said, "Well?" "Let it be God, instead of a fellow-creature. Your life will have no humdrum then." "But--one can only love what one knows," said Diana, speaking carefully. "Precisely. And the Bible cry to men is, that they would 'know the Lord.' For want of that knowledge, all goes wild." "Do you mean that that will take the place of everything else?" said Diana, lifting her weary eyes to him. They were strong, beautiful eyes too, but the light of hope was gone, and all sparkle of pleasure, out of them. The look struck to the minister's heart. He answered, however, with no change of tone. "I mean, that it more than takes the place of everything else." "Not replace what is lost," said Diana sadly. "More than replace it, even when one has lost all." "That can't be!--that must be impossible, sometimes," said Diana. "I don't believe you know." "Yes, I do," said the minister gravely. "People would not be human." "Very human--tenderly human. Do you really think, Miss Diana, that he who made our hearts, made them larger than he himself can fill?" Diana sat silent a while, and the minister stood considering her; his heart strained with sympathy and longing to give her help, and at the same time doubting how far he might or dared venture. Diana on her part fearing to show too much, but remembering also that this chance might never repeat itself. The fear of losing it began to overtop all other fear. So she began again. "But, Mr Masters--this, that you speak of--I haven't got it; and I don't understand it. What shall I do?" "Get it." "How?" "Seek it in the appointed way." "What is that?" "Jesus said, 'He that hath my commandments and keepeth them, he it is that loveth me; and he that loveth me shall be loved of my Father; and I will love him, and _will manifest myself to him_.'" "But I do not love him." "Then pray as Moses prayed,--'I beseech thee, show me thy glory.'" Diana's head sank a little. "I have no heart to give to anything!" she confessed. "What has become of it?" asked the minister daringly. "Don't people sometimes lose heart without any particular reason?" "No; never." "I have reason, though," said Diana. "I see that." "You do not know--?" said Diana, facing him with a startled movement.