I could come for what you yourself came for: that was enough.

So here I am.

It's not for my own--that's over.

But I'm here for _them_." And breathless, infinitely relieved by her low precipitate explanation, she looked with eyes that reflected all its splendour at the magnificence of their altar.
"They're here for you," Stransom said, "they're present to-night as they've never been.

They speak for you--don't you see ?--in a passion of light; they sing out like a choir of angels.