common things like dandelions and daisies and the white bells of the
wild onion, and only seemed the better and the more exuberant for it.

They stood looking at this crowd of loveliness, this happy
jumble, in silence. No, it didn't matter what Mrs. Fisher did; not
here; not in such beauty. Mrs. Arbuthnot's discomposure melted out of
her. In the warmth and light of what she was looking at, of what to
her was a manifestation, and entirely new side of God, how could one be
discomposed? If only Frederick were with her, seeing it too, seeing as
he would have seen it when first they were lovers, in the days when he
saw what she saw and loved what she loved. . .

She sighed.

"You mustn't sigh in heaven," said Mrs. Wilkins. "One doesn't."

"I was thinking how one longs to share this with those one
loves," said Mrs. Arbuthnot.

"You mustn't long in heaven," said Mrs. Wilkins. "You're
supposed to be quite complete there. And it is heaven, isn't it, Rose?
See how everything has been let in together--the dandelions and the
irises, the vulgar and the superior, me and Mrs. Fisher--all welcome,
all mixed up anyhow, and all so visibly happy and enjoying ourselves."

"Mrs. Fisher doesn't seem happy--not visibly, anyhow," said Mrs.
Arbuthnot, smiling.

"She'll begin soon, you'll see."

Mrs. Arbuthnot said she didn't believe that after a certain age
people began anything.

Mrs. Wilkins said she was sure no one, however old and tough,
could resist the effects of perfect beauty. Before many days, perhaps
only hours, they would see Mrs. Fisher bursting out into every kind of
exuberance. "I'm quite sure," said Mrs. Wilkins, "that we've got to
heaven, and once Mrs. Fisher realizes that that's where she is, she's
bound to be different. You'll see. She'll leave off being ossified,
and go all soft and able to stretch, and we shall get quite--why, I
shouldn't be surprised if we get quite fond of her."

The idea of Mrs. Fisher bursting out into anything, she who
seemed so particularly firmly fixed inside her buttons, made Mrs.
Arbuthnot laugh. She condoned Lotty's loose way of talking of heaven,
because in such a place, on such a morning, condonation was in the very
air. Besides, what an excuse there was.

And Lady Caroline, sitting where they had left her before
breakfast on the wall, peeped over when she heard laughter, and saw
them standing on the path below, and thought what a mercy it was they
were laughing down