For the moment happiness was uppermost.
Not all the clouds on the horizon could dim the brightness of
that one sun-ray which reached me.
I do not know what Thorold thought, but he was as still as I
for a while.
"Daisy," he said at last, "my Daisy, you need not grudge any
of your goodness to me. Don't you know, you are to be my light
and my watchword in what lies before me?"
"Oh, no!" I said, lifting my head; "Oh, no, Christian!"
"Why no?" said he.
"I want you to have a better watchword and follow a better
light. Not me. Oh, Christian, won't you?"
"What shall my watchword be?" — said he, looking into my eyes.
But I was intent on something else then.
"Whatsoever ye do, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus," I
answered.
"A soldier, Daisy? —"
"A soldier more than anybody," I said; "for He calls us to be
soldiers, and you know what it means."
"But you forget," said he, not taking his eyes from my face, —
"in my service I must obey as well as command; I am not my own
master exactly.
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