He had seen her in other days--the first time of his entrance there, and he now slightly wavered, looking at her again till she seemed aware he had noticed her.

She raised her head and met his eyes: the partner of his long worship had come back.

She looked across at him an instant with a face wondering and scared; he saw he had made her afraid.

Then quickly rising she came straight to him with both hands out.
"Then you _could_ come?
God sent you!" he murmured with a happy smile.
"You're very ill--you shouldn't be here," she urged in anxious reply.
"God sent me too, I think.

I was ill when I came, but the sight of you does wonders." He held her hands, which steadied and quickened him.
"I've something to tell you." "Don't tell me!" she tenderly pleaded; "let me tell you.