It failed him now.

His next words were spoken in faint whispering tones--to himself; not to her.
"Thank God for this day!" he said.

"I have been of some service to one of the noblest of God's creatures!" Some subtle influence, as he spoke, passed from his hand to hers.

It trembled through her nerves; it entwined itself mysteriously with the finest sensibilities in her nature; it softly opened her heart to a first vague surmising of the devotion that she had inspired in him.

A faint glow of color, lovely in its faintness, stole over her face and neck.