“He is dead.”
I raised my head now to look at David. David put out his hand to ward me back.
“Don’t speak to me,” he said, “don’t tell me anything more about it yet. I must be alone for a little, wait here for me.”
He disappeared out of the doorway, he did not return for two hours; during those two hours I prayed without ceasing for him.
Chapter Seventeen.
Sight to the Blind.
All this time I had completely forgotten Owen. Never once during the whole of that day had I given Owen a thought. His agony and his sin were alike forgotten by me; his very name had passed from my memory.
At the end of two hours David returned to my side, sat down quietly, and asked me to tell him what I knew.