"Hurt?" said Barnabas, "no, not hurt, Mistress Clemency, not hurt, I thank you; but I think I have grown a—great deal—older."
"I saw it all, through the window, and yet I—don't know why you are alive."
"I think because I was so very much—afraid," said Barnabas.
"Sir," said she, with her brown hands clasped together, "was it for—if it was for—my sake that you—quarrelled, and—"
"No," said Barnabas, "it was because of—another."
Now, when he said this, Clemency stared at him wide-eyed, and, all in a moment, flushed painfully and turned away, so that Barnabas wondered.
"Good-by!" said she, suddenly, and crossed to the door, but upon the threshold paused; "I did pray for you," she said, over her shoulder.
"Ah!" said Barnabas, rising, "you prayed for me, and behold, I am alive."
"Good-by!" she repeated, her face still averted.
"Good-by!" said Barnabas, "and will you remember me in your prayers—sometimes?"