Perhaps for a time I did not think at all.

Then I felt that there were arms about my neck; but not like your arms, Hyacinth, when you were a child and clung to me.

These were arms which held me lovingly, strongly, protectingly, like--do you remember, Hyacinth?
--"His right hand is under my head; His left hand doth embrace me." I sat quite still, and did not move or speak or even breathe, lest He should go away from me.

Then, after a long time--I knew afterwards that the time was long, though then it seemed only a minute for the joy that I had in it--He told me--I do not mean that I heard a voice or any words; I did not hear, I _felt_ Him tell me--the things that are to be.

The last great fight, the Armageddon, draweth very near.