"Yes."
After a silence: "Have you, perhaps, discovered other shadows since we last met, Penelope?"
"Yes; shadows."
"What coming event cast them?"
After a long pause: "Will it make his mind more tranquil if I tell him?" she murmured to herself; and I saw her dark eyes fixed absently on the dusty ray of sunlight slanting athwart the room.
Then she looked up at me; blushed to her hair: "I saw children—with yellow hair—and your eyes——"
"With your hair!"
"And your eyes—John Drogue—John Drogue——"
The stillness of Paradise grew all around us, filling my soul with a great and heavenly silence.
We could not die—we two who stood here so closely clasped—until this vision had been fulfilled.