With humble hearts we thank Thee, and pray that Thou wilt keep us mindful of Thy coming, that we may be found watching, with our loins girt and our lamps lit, waiting in prayer for Thy dreadful day..." During this prayer Maggie was conscious of a strange excitement.

She knelt with her eyes tightly closed, but through the darkness she felt as though he were addressing her alone.

She seemed to approach him, to feel his hands upon her shoulders, to hear his voice in her ears.

When she rose at the ending of the prayer it was as though she had definitely passed through some door into a new room.

Then, rising, she was conscious that the laughing eyes of the young lady in blue were again trying to hold her own.