“Mabel, my dear—-”
“Oh! I knew it even last night,” she said, “but I did not know that I knew it till I awoke to-day and remembered. I dreamed of Him all night.... Oliver, where is He?”
He shook his head.
“Yes, I know where He is, but I am under oath—-”
She nodded quickly, and stood up.
“Yes. I should not have asked that. Well, we are content to wait.”
There was silence for a moment or two. Oliver broke it.
“My dear, what do you mean when you say that He is not yet known?”
“I mean just that,” she said. “The rest only know what He has done—not what He is; but that, too, will come in time.”
“And meanwhile—-”