Again she got up restlessly, came across the floor, and knelt down by her husband once more, taking his hands in hers. “My dear,” she said, “I tell you it is not a dream. It is reality at last. I was there too--do you not remember? You waited for me when all was over--when He was gone out--we saw Him together, you and I. We heard Him--you on the platform and I in the gallery. We saw Him again pass up the Embankment as we stood in the crowd. Then we came home and we found the priest.” Her face was transfigured as she spoke. It was as of one who saw a Divine Vision. She spoke very quietly, without excitement or hysteria. Oliver stared at her a moment; then he bent forward and kissed her gently. “Yes, my darling; it is true. But I want to hear it again and again. Tell me again what you saw.” “I saw the Son of Man,” she said. “Oh! there is no other phrase. The Saviour of the world, as that paper says. I knew Him in my heart as soon as I saw Him--as we all did--as soon as He stood there holding the rail. It was like a glory round his head. I understand it all now. It was He for whom we have waited so long; and He has come, bringing Peace and Goodwill in His hands. When He spoke, I knew it again. His voice was as--as the sound of the sea--as simple as that--as--as lamentable--as strong as that.--Did you not hear it?” Oliver bowed his head. “I can trust Him for all the rest,” went on the girl softly. “I do not know where He is, nor when He will come back, nor what He will do. I suppose there is a great deal for Him to do, before He is fully known--laws, reforms--that will be your business, my dear. And the rest of us must wait, and love, and be content.” Oliver again lifted his face and looked at her. “Mabel, my dear---” “Oh! I knew it even last night,” she said, “but I did not know that I knew it till I awoke to-day and remembered. I dreamed of Him all night.... Oliver, where is He?” He shook his head. “Yes, I know where He is, but I am under oath---” She nodded quickly, and stood up. “Yes. I should not have asked that. Well, we are content to wait.” There was silence for a moment or two. Oliver broke it. “My dear, what do you mean when you say that He is not yet known?” “I mean just that,” she said. “The rest only know what He has done--not what He is; but that, too, will come in time.” “And meanwhile---” “Meanwhile, you must work; the rest will come by and bye. Oh! Oliver, be strong and faithful.” She kissed him quickly, and went out. * * * * *