“You knew!” I cried.
Long did her blue, slanting eyes meet my glance without wavering, as never yet they had met it. She seemed to hesitate, and at the same time openly to consider me.
“I know now,” she breathed.
“What do you know?” My voice was tense with excitement.
“What was your vision?” she rejoined.
“Have I not told you? There appeared to me one who called me back to the world; who assured me that there I should best serve God; who filled me with the conviction that she needed me. She addressed me by name, and spoke of a place of which I had never heard until that hour, but which to-day I know.”
“And you? And you?” she asked. “What answer did you make?”
“I called her by name, although until that hour I did not know it.”
She bowed her head. Emotion set her all a-tremble.
“It is what I have so often wondered,” she confessed, scarce above a whisper. “And it is true—as true as it is strange!”