His friends stood around the bed, fearing for him. But, in a few moments, he withdrew his hands from his face, which was wet with the gracious tears of joy.
He clasped his hands, and looked reverently upward.
“‘My soul doth magnify the Lord; and my spirit hath rejoiced in God, my Saviour.’”
That was all.
“You would like us to leave you, brother?” asked Miss Jemima.
“For a very short time.”
He was quite himself again.
“She is out still, isn’t she?”
“Yes,” replied Miss Jemima. “She will be in soon, no doubt. You would like to see her. Well, leave that to me.”
Then they left him to his blissful thoughts.