"I have waited because I wanted to make sure that you could believe it. I did not think you would not wish to believe it, but sometimes there are people who _cannot_ believe even when they try. Perhaps once I should not have been able to believe myself. But now--I _know_. And to-night I feel that you are one of those who _can_ believe." She was going to speak of it. "In these days when all the forces of the world are in upheaval people are learning that there are many new things to be believed," was his answer. She turned towards him, extending her arms that he might see her well. "See!" she said, "I am alive again. I am alive because Donal came back to me. He comes every night and when he comes he is not dead. Can you believe it?" "When I look at you and remember, I can believe anything. I do not understand. I do not know where he comes from--or how, but I believe that in some way you see him." She had always been a natural and simple girl and it struck him that her manner had never been a more natural one. "_I_ do not know where he comes from," the clearness of a bell in her voice. "He does not want me to ask him. He did not say so but I know. When he is with me we know things without speaking words. We only talk of happy things. I have not told him that--that I have been unhappy and that I thought that perhaps I was really dead. He made me understand about you--but he does not know anything--else. Yes--" eagerly, eagerly, "you are believing--you are!" "Yes--I am believing." "If everything were as it used to be--I should see him and talk to him in the day time. Now I see him and talk to him at night instead. You see, it is almost the same thing. But we are really happier. We are afraid of nothing and we only tell each other of happy things. We know how wonderful everything is and that it was _meant_ to be like that. You don't know how beautiful it is when you only think and talk about joyful things! The other things fly away. Sometimes we go out onto the moor together and the darkness is not darkness--it is a soft lovely thing as beautiful as the light. We love it--and we can go as far as we like because we are never tired. Being tired is one of the things that has flown away and left us quite light. That is why I feel light in the day and I am never tired or afraid. I _remember_ all the day."