"Very."
"Long?"
"For weeks. But you must not talk. You will soon be well now."
The invalid closed his eyes, not to sleep, but to think. Presently he opened them.
"Manasseh, if I had died, would I have seen Asru?"
Manasseh was embarrassed. "I—I cannot say," he stammered. "I do not know you well enough to be sure."
"You do not think I should. I do not think so either," he returned decidedly, and closed his eyes again.
In a few days he was able to talk.
"Manasseh, did I hear Yusuf praying for me once when I was ill?"
"He prayed for you every day,—not only that you might be spared to us, but that you might come to know Jesus, and to reject Mohammed."