He saw not the bloated body nor the evil face of the man; but, as it were, under deep disguise and fleshly concealment, the form that long years of dreaming had made very real to him.

"Jesus, lover, and is it given to us, weak and sinful, frail and erring, to serve Thee, to take Thee in!" he said softly, as he rose from his seat.

Full of joy, he began to pace the little room.

Now and again as he walked he sang the lines of a German hymn, or muttered broken words of prayer.

The little room was full of light.