“Now,” said he, “the miracle has been performed. Are you satisfied?”
From long custom Rosalie nodded.
“You must speak,” he answered, laughing, “if but to show your appreciation of the gift.”
“Thank you,” she said, quite perfectly, with just a little break in the word that took nothing from its sweetness.
“Did you find the pain very bad?”
“I nev-er felt it.”
“Never felt it?” he repeated. “Give me your hand.”
But her pulse was even, and he frowned.
“Where did you come from when you came to me?” he asked, bending his eyes down to hers with a keen, penetrating glance.
“I came from the temple.”