Still holding my hand, he looked full into my eyes.
"'Many waters cannot quench love'!" he quoted softly. "Dear child, you have proved that truth. Be satisfied!"
Raising myself on my pillows, I studied his grave face with an earnest scrutiny.
"Tell me,"—I half whispered—"Have I failed?"
He pressed my hand encouragingly.
"No! You have almost conquered!"
Almost! Only 'almost'! I sank back again on the couch, wondering and waiting. He remained beside me quite silent. After a little the tension of suspense became unbearable and I spoke again—
"How did I escape?" I asked—"Who saved me when I fell?"
He smiled gravely.
"There was nothing to escape from"—he answered—"And no one saved you since you were not in danger."