She nodded.
“Why, that wasn’t the big thing!” he cried, under his breath. “Except, of course—if us fellows didn’t get through the rest of ’em wouldn’t. Oh, yes, of course, that was what you did have to pray for, and I’m glad you did. It’s wonderful how it works out, things like that!”
She stole away presently, forbidding either of the two friends to exchange any further talk that night. The place was a little quieter to-night, though by to-morrow the wounded from the rescued battalion would be brought in and everything would speed up again. She went outside the hospital and found a sheltered corner where in the darkness she could be alone—until somebody should come by. The rain had stopped, the clouds had broken away; a myriad stars filled the sky.
After a time she took from her pocket her pen and a letter blank, and coming around where she could get a faint light from a window upon her paper slowly wrote these words, afterwards folding and sealing the letter and addressing it.
I know, at last, that you are right. I don’t understand it yet—but I believe it. Somebody does hear—and it is possible to speak to Him. I have learned the way through a boy from the “hill” where we went that last Sunday afternoon. He says you taught him—and now he has taught me. You were right when you said that I would find it all around me here. I have, but it took this dear, wise boy to make it real to me—as you made it real to him. So—it has come through you after all, and I am very, very glad of that.
God keep you safe, Robert Black,—I pray for it on my knees.
Jane.
It was two days afterward that a despatch reached her from Dr. John Leaver, back at his Base Hospital, near Paris.
Operated to-day Chaplain Black ——nth Regiment ——nth Division, severe shrapnel wounds shoulder and thigh. Doing well.
Leaver.