He turned at the sound of her coming, and she called to him: “She has slept ever since I ’phoned to you. She will get well.” “Thank God!” he said, as men will in these moments, whether they believe or no. His face was curiously alive, alight with some great happening; there was an air of joyous excitement about him. He moved towards her, and smiled a little, rather shamefaced smile, and the odd likeness to a schoolboy who is feeling shy was very apparent. Then he blurted it out. “I have seen him,” he said. “Ah!” The exclamation was a note of pure joy. “Oh, tell me about it!” “He was leaning over the gate. He was looking for me, waiting for me, just as he used to do. And he looked at me with his dear old grin. It was ever so real.” “Yes. Yes.” “And he spoke. Just as you have told me. It isn’t the same as speaking here. It’s something like a thought passing——” He stopped, his face all alight. He looked years younger. The heavy lines were hardly visible. “I wish I had spoken. Somehow at the moment I couldn’t.” “I know. One cannot. I believe it is because of the vibrations. I suppose——” Ruth hesitated. “Can you tell me?” “What he said? It—it seems so ridiculous. One expected it would be something important, something—well, different.” She laughed, looking at him with affection, with that wonderful look of pure friendliness. “But why should it?” He laughed too—joyously. As he had not laughed since boyhood. Surely again the world was full of wonder and of glory. Again all things were possible, in the light of the Horizon beyond Eternity. “He said—just as he used to, you know—‘Come _on_, old Roger!’” ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Transcriber’s note: 1. Table of Contents added by transcriber. 2. Silently corrected typographical errors and variations in spelling. 3. Retained anachronistic, non-standard, and uncertain spellings as printed. 4. P. 87, changed '“She is really an excellent worker,” and little Miss Luce' to '“She is really an excellent worker,” said little Miss Luce'.