A strange light was upon his features, the passing radiance of a supreme happiness seen in the vision of a dream.

Again she laid her hands upon his shoulder clasped together, as she had done at first.

She knew that her words had touched him and she was confident of the result, confident as one who loves beyond reason.

Already in imagination she fancied him returning to consciousness, not knowing that he had slept, but waking with a gentle word just trembling upon his lips, the words she longed to hear.
One moment more, she thought.

It was good to see that light upon his face, to fancy how that first word would sound, to feel that the struggle was past and that there was nothing but happiness in the future, full, overflowing, overwhelming, reaching from earth to heaven and through time to eternity.