The Young Enchanted: A Romantic Story

“God! Is there a God, do you think, Henry?""Yes," he answered. "I think there is One, but of what kind He is I don't know.""There must be... There must be... To go out like this when one's heart and soul are at their strongest. And He is loving, I can't but fancy. He smiles, perhaps, at the importance we give to death and pain. So short a time it must seem to Him that we are here... But if He isn't... If there is nothing more- What a cruel, cold game for Something to play with us-"Henry knew then that Duncombe was sure he would not survive the operation. An aching longing to do something for him held him, but a power greater than either of them had caught him and he could only sit and stare at the colours as they came flocking into the garden with the evening sky, at the white line that was suddenly drawn above the garden wall, at two stars that were thrown like tossed diamonds into the branches of the mulberry."Yes- I know God exists," something that was not Henry's body whispered."God must exist to explain all the love that there is in the world," he said.””

— Hugh Walpole