CHAPTER XLI. I AM SENT
Then I turned and said to Eve,
“Mother, one couch next to Lona is empty: I know I am unworthy, but may I not sleep this night in your chamber with my dead? Will you not pardon both my cowardice and my self-confidence, and take me in? I give me up. I am sick of myself, and would fain sleep the sleep!”
“The couch next to Lona is the one already prepared for you,” she answered; “but something waits to be done ere you sleep.”
“I am ready,” I replied.
“How do you know you can do it?” she asked with a smile.
“Because you require it,” I answered. “What is it?”
She turned to Adam:
“Is he forgiven, husband?”