She felt the responsive thrill in him. She knew he was smiling again.
"Ah yes," he said. "Yes. In the Land that is very far off. Not so far as—as——"
"No, darling. Not so far as Central Africa."
"But—no—return," whispered David.
"Yet always near, my own, if I keep close to Him. You will be in His presence; and He will keep me close to Him. So we cannot be far apart."
He put up his hand again, and touched her lips. She kissed the cold fingers before they dropped, once more, to her breast.
"Has our love—helped?" asked David.
"Yes," she said. "It brought me to the King. It was the guiding Star."
"The King of Love," murmured David. "The King of Love—my Shepherd is. Can you—say it?"