And then, hesitating and half afraid, Magdalen approached.

He greeted her in silence.
She, too, said nothing.

But when they were at table she knelt before Him, and anointed His feet.

She dried them with her hair and wept.
The pleasant odour of the oil filled the room, and Peter whispered to his neighbour: "Such ointment must cost a mint of money! If she had given it to the poor, He would have been better pleased." Jesus heard what he said.

"What is wrong, Peter?
She is kind to Me so long as I am here.