He says, “I have flesh and bones.”
They are still silent.
Then he stretches out his hands towards them. He shows them his feet.
There are great marks in them—there is around these marks as the stain of blood, or of wounds whence blood had flowed.
Still they do not speak. They are afraid to believe; it is too good to be true.
He says to them, “Handle me and see—take hold of my feet—feel me—examine me for yourselves.”
They are as immovable and speechless as men changed into stone.
He turns upon them quickly and says, “Have you anything to eat?”
They point to the untasted supper.
Then comes the climax.