It came from the summer-house among the rose-trees, and as I listened, I knew it was your father's voice.

Then I was frightened.
Perhaps God would not like me to listen to what was only meant for His ear.

I came away from the open window and sat down and waited.
"In a short time your father came to me.

I could see that he had been praying.

I could feel the spirit above the flesh.