At sunrise Rachel awoke. Passing one hand over her eyes, she held out the other in a groping, uncertain way. Aaron took it in his, and held it fondly; the pallor left her cheeks.
"It is you, my dear?" she murmured.
"Yes, it is I, my life!" he said in a low and gentle tone.
"You are well--you are safe?"
"I am well--I am safe," he replied. "And you, Rachel--how do you feel?"
"I have a slight headache. It will soon pass away. Oh, my dear husband, how thankful I am! When did you return?"
"Not till you were taken from the house. Do not talk now. Rest, rest, my beloved!"
The endearing words brought a glad smile to her lips.
"I will sleep presently, Aaron. Is the doctor here?"
"No, but he will come soon. Shall I go for him?"