Thomas Wingfold. Volume II by George MacDonald

When Helen lay down, she tried to sleep, but she could not even lie / still. For all her preference of George and his counsel, and her / hope in the view he took of Leopold's case, the mere knowledge that / in the next room her cousin sat by her brother, made her anxious and / restless.

At first it was the bare feeling that they were together -- the thing / she had for so long taken such pains to prevent. Next came the fear / lest Leopold should succeed in persuading George that he was really / guilty -- in which case, what would George, the righteous man, / counsel? And last and chief of all, what hope of peace to Leopold / could he in any of his counsel -- except indeed he led him up to the / door of death, and urged him into the nothingness behind it? Then / what if George should be wrong, and there WAS something behind it? / Whatever sort of a something it might be, could the teaching of / George be in the smallest measure a preparation for it? Were it not / better, so far as the POSSIBILITY which remained untouched by any of / George's arguments was concerned, that Leopold should die believing / after Mr. Wingfold's fashion, and not disbelieving after George's? / If then there were nothing behind, he would be nothing the worse; if / there were, the curate might have in some sort prepared him for it.