But no, thank God! the figures had disappeared.

The two faces beamed down on him sweet and serene and comforting as heaven.
Under an impulse of relief Livingstone flung himself face downward on the bed and slipped to his knees.

The position and the association it brought fetched to his lips words which he used to utter in that presence long years ago.
It had been long since Livingstone had prayed.

He attended church, but if he had any heart it had not been there.

Now this prayer came instinctively.