“Yes, dear friend!” he said, as if in answer to the question that I suppose he read in my face. “It is true! It is true!”
No need to ask what was true. “God bless you both!” I said, as I felt the happy tears brimming to my eyes. “You were made for each other!”
“Yes,” he said, simply, “I believe we were. And what a change it makes in one’s Life! This isn’t the same world! That isn’t the sky I saw yesterday! Those clouds—I never saw such clouds in all my life before! They look like troops of hovering angels!”
To me they looked very ordinary clouds indeed: but then I had not fed ‘on honey-dew, And drunk the milk of Paradise’!
“She wants to see you—at once,” he continued, descending suddenly to the things of earth. “She says that is the one drop yet wanting in her cup of happiness!”
“I’ll go at once,” I said, as I turned to leave the room. “Wo’n’t you come with me?”
“No, Sir!” said the Doctor, with a sudden effort—which proved an utter failure—to resume his professional manner. “Do I look like coming with you? Have you never heard that two is company, and——”
“Yes,” I said, “I have heard it: and I’m painfully aware that I am Number Three! But, when shall we three meet again?”
“When the hurly-burly’s done!” he answered with a happy laugh, such as I had not heard from him for many a year.