Next day I was discharged from the hospital, and Rayel and I were driven to our apartments.

He had a number of surprises prepared for me.

A large painting on his easel, awaiting some finishing touches, compelled my attention as soon as I entered the room.

It represented a scene in our own lives, which had lasted but a second, but which could never be forgotten by either of us.

He had seen me when I stood looking backward in that vivid flash of lightning--there could be no doubt of it now, for here was the scene transferred to canvas.