“Of a verity thou wert the preserver both of Saulus and myself in the Holy City, and now, behold thou hast appeared in Tarsus and saved me from the fury of the mob! But I cannot understand”—
“Of a truth it was not I, but Marcius, the Vice Legate, who delivered thee from danger and brought thee to this place of refuge. Perchance I rendered some service, but to him thy thanks are due for thine escape.”
Rebecca again closed her eyes for a few moments, but her memory was busy.
Marvel of Marvels!
Noticing her confusion, Serenus quietly observed,—
“Thou wilt know all in due time, but pray let slumber gently seal thine eyelids until the morrow. We will aid thee to realize the Present Help, and through a spiritual strength which shall be thine, thou shalt feel new life with the rising of the sun!”
Silence then prevailed, and she sank into a sweet, restful slumber.
“O Light of my Life!” said Amabel in a low tone, “I am filled with the remembrance of thy gracious ministry when I passed down to the border of the tomb in my father’s house. All that then seemed so adverse was but the pathway through which I was led into the Truth! And now, touching this trial, peradventure it will be the means of bringing great light and peace into the soul of Rebecca.”
“Yea, verily, Love of my Heart! Good springeth forth from evil! And now let us be silent channels whereby the presence of the Universal Good shall become manifest in her.”
Profound stillness then prevailed.