“Nay, He can do more. As He rose, He can raise us to new life, and He will do it, for He is God. He made us, and He will recall us from death.”
“What—my father! Lucius! I shall see them again—not as shadows, but as they were—?”
“Not so—not as they were, mortal; but raised to an immortal life.”
“I shall kiss my darling father—put my arms around my Lucius from whom I have been parted so long, and so cruelly, and who has been so—so true to me.”
Then Domitia burst into tears.
Glyceria stroked her hand.
“There—you see how joyous is our hope. Death is nothing—it is only a good-bye for a bit to meet again.”
“O, Glyceria! O, if I could see them—O Glyceria! O, you should not have said this if it be not true. My heart will break. O, if it might be so! if I could! but once only—for a moment——”
“Nay, that would not suffice; forever, never to be separated; no more tears, no more death.”
“O, Glyceria—not another word—I cannot bear it. My heart is over full. Another time. My head, my head! O, if it might—it could be!”