As he sat thinking of her he heard a mouse gnawing under the boards, and every night after the mouse came to gnaw. ‘The teeth of regret are the same; my life is being gnawed away. Never shall I see her.’ It seemed impossible that life would close on him without his seeing her face or hearing her voice again, and he began to think how it would be if they were to meet on the other side. For he believed in heaven, and that was a good thing. Without such belief there would be nothing for him to do but to go down to the lake and make an end of himself. But believing as he did in heaven and the holy Catholic Church to be the surest way of getting there, he had a great deal to be thankful for. Poole’s possession of her was but temporary, a few years at most, whereas his possession of her, if he w
