"Thank you for them, and God bless you!" Joseph answered; and with the old fellow's kindly "Good nicht!" ringing in his ears, resumed his walk.
He was immeasurably comforted and helped, and his whole soul went up in a burst of praise and adoration.
No thought of sleep came to him. He no longer felt physically weary. He was impelled to walk and pray for sleeping London.
"Lord, grant that they will hear me! Lord, send down Thy Holy Spirit upon me, and give me Thy grace! Raise up great and powerful helpers for the work, for I am weak and poor."
He was in Piccadilly now, and as he prayed he walked more slowly.
Oh, that those great people who lived in this wonderful street—now so dark and silent—would open the doors of their hearts that Christ might enter in!
The dark was suddenly illuminated.
A great door swung slowly open, and two men in evening dress stood together upon the threshold.
He turned instinctively and looked them full in the face.
There was a startled cry of "Joseph!" And as if in a dream he mounted the steps and passed under the lintel.