Then, controlling her voice for David's sake, Diana repeated, softly:
"The King of Love, my Shepherd is,
Whose goodness faileth never,
I nothing lack, if I am His,
And He is mine forever.
"In death's dark vale I fear no ill,
With Thee, dear Lord, beside me;
Thy rod and staff, my comfort still,
Thy Cross before, to guide me.
"And so, through all the length of days,
Thy goodness faileth never;
Good Shepherd, may I sing Thy praise,
Within Thy house forever."
"Forever!" said David. "Forever! It is not death, but life—everlasting life! This is life eternal—to know Him."
After that he lay very still. He seemed sinking gently into unconsciousness. She could hardly hear him breathing.
Suddenly he said: "I don't know what it is! It seems to come from your arms, and the pillow—you did put your hand on the pillow, didn't you, Diana?—I feel so rested; and I feel a thing I haven't felt for months. I feel sleepy. Am I going to sleep?"
"Yes, darling," she answered, bravely. "You are going to sleep."
"Don't let's say 'Good-bye,'" whispered David. "Let's say 'Good-night.'"
For a moment Diana could not speak. Her tears fell silently. She prayed he might not feel the heaving of her breast.