He looked at me curiously.
"I know what you have experienced and suffered," I said, "and I know what your suffering has done for you; but you know little of my story; I want to tell you more about it."
"Yes, yes, tell me!" he said eagerly.
And I told him—told him of the doctor's verdict; told him of my longing for life; told him much that I have set down in these pages.
"I can't explain it," I said, when I came to describe the experiences through which I had passed after the great darkness fell upon me, "but I KNOW, I SAW."
"You felt that, saw that?"
"God and immortality are not matters of faith to me now, Mr. Lethbridge; they are matters of consciousness; that is why I am so certain about Hugh. He is not dead. A lad who could do what he did had Eternal Life in him. God is here all the while; it is only our blindness that keeps us from seeing Him. Hugh is still your son. There are only two eternal things, Mr. Lethbridge."
"Two eternal things," he repeated, "only two?"
"Life, love. That leads me to what I want to say to you now."
He looked at me with keen interest.