I pointed to him and asked his name.

He said, "Kohen." This, however, I afterward found was not a name, but a title.
The "Kohen" did not remain long, for the light was painful.

After his departure I was alone for some time, and at length Almah made her appearance.

I sprang to meet her, full of joy, and took her hand in both of mine and pressed it warmly.

She smiled, and appeared quite free from the melancholy of the previous day.
We ate our breakfast together, after which we went out into the world of light, groping our way along through the dark passages amid the busy crowd.