She took one of his hands in hers, and rested her cheek against it. His hand grew wet with her tears.
"Are you a soul in bliss?" he asked, softly. "I knew an angel when I was on earth. But a gulf yawned between us, a gulf, a gulf!"
Then he seemed oblivious of the presence of anyone, and muttered:
"I have lost my way—lost my way,—lost."
At last he slept again. And Esther Bright, kneeling by his bedside, with one of his hands clasped in hers, prayed. Still he slept on. When he awakened, John Clayton stood looking down upon him. Kenneth looked around, puzzled.
"Well, John! Where am I?"
"Here in my home. Are you feeling better, Kenneth?"
"Better? What do you mean?"
"You've been very sick, and delirious. But now you'll recover."
"What was the matter?"