Her face was filled with a holy light, her cheeks glowed with excitement, as she went on:
“I see how the prophecies of our forefathers—Isaiah especially—were all literally fulfilled in the life and work of Jesus of Nazareth. I see, too, that when next He comes, it will not be as our race supposes, as the Messiah to the Jews, but He will come in the air, and——”
She glanced sharply round. Some instinct told her her friends were coming.
“No more now,” she whispered. “I will tell you more another time. I shall myself know more, to-night. I go twice a week to a mission-room at Spitalfields——”
“What time?” he asked eagerly.
“Seven,” she replied, not realizing the eagerness of his tone.
“Where is this place?” he went on.
She had just time to tell him. When Cohen and his wife came up, husband and wife began talking together. Zillah appeared to listen, but in reality she heard nothing of what they were saying. For a strange thing had happened.
She had dropped her hand by her side as the Cohens had rejoined them, and had suddenly found her fingers clasped in Hammond’s hand.