"As you said, What is the use of words ?" "Tell me again," said Oliver.

"How do I know it is not a dream ?" "A dream," she said.

"Was there ever a dream like this ?" Again she got up restlessly, came across the floor, and knelt down by her husband once more, taking his hands in hers.
"My dear," she said, "I tell you it is not a dream.

It is reality at last.

I was there too--do you not remember?
You waited for me when all was over--when He was gone out--we saw Him together, you and I.We heard Him--you on the platform and I in the gallery.