"As in the dawning, o'er the waveless ocean, The image of the morning star doth rest; So in this stillness Thou beholdest only Thine image in the waters of my breast. "When sinks the soul, subdued by toil, to slumber Its closing eye looks up to Thee in prayer; Sweet the repose, beneath Thy wings o'ershadowing, But sweeter still to wake, and find Thee there. "So shall it be at last, in that bright morning When the soul waketh, and life's shadows flee; Oh, in that hour, fairer than daylight's dawning, Shall rise the glorious thought, I am with Thee!" Jim Airth's voice ceased. He waited a moment in silence. Then--"Do you like it?" he asked softly. There was no answer. Myra slept as peacefully as a little child. He could feel the regular motion of her quiet breathing, beneath his hand. "Thank God!" said Jim Airth, with his eyes on the morning star. CHAPTER XIII THE AWAKENING When Lady Ingleby opened her eyes, she could not, for a moment, imagine where she was. Dawn was breaking over the sea. A rift of silver, in the purple sky, had taken the place of the morning star. She could see the silvery gleam reflected in the ocean. "Why am I sleeping so close to a large window?" queried her bewildered mind. "Or am I on a balcony?" "Why do I feel so extraordinarily strong and rested?" questioned her slowly awakening body. She lay quite still and considered the matter. Then looking down, she saw a large brown hand clasping both hers. Her head was resting in the curve of the arm to which the hand belonged. A strong right arm was flung over and around her. All questionings were solved by two short words: "Jim Airth." Lady Ingleby lay very still. She feared to break the deep spell of restfulness which held her. She hesitated to bring down to earth the exquisite sense of heaven, by which she was surrounded. As the dawn broke over the sea, a wonderful light dawned in her eyes, a radiance such as had never shone in those sweet eyes before. "Dear God," she whispered, "am I to know the Best?" Then she gently withdrew one hand, and laid it on the hand which had covered both. "Jim," she said. "Jim! Look! It is day." "Yes?" came Jim Airth's voice from behind her. "Yes? _What?_ COME IN!--Hullo! Oh, I say!" Myra smiled into the dawning. She had already come through those first moments of astonished realisation. But Jim Airth awoke to the situation more quickly than she had done.