“It is Glory! She is alive! My God! O my God!”

“Do you forgive me, Glory?”

“Forgive? There is nothing to forgive you for—except loving me too well.”

“My darling! My darling!”

“I thought I was in heaven, Glory, but I am like poor Buckingham—only half way to it yet. Have I been unconscious?”

Glory nodded her head.

“Long?”

“Since last night.”