"I knew--whose it was." "Mine ?" "Yes." He scarcely breathed the word.
She did not cry "Hush!" this time, but she caught her breath; and after a moment's pause, "Still--you did not recognise it ?" she murmured.

"You did not know that it was my voice ?" Could it be that after all she hoped to blind him?
"I did not." "Thank God!" "Thank God ?" He stared at her, echoing the words in his astonishment.
How dared she name the sacred name?
She read his thoughts.

"Yes," she said hardily, "why not ?" He turned on her.

"Why not ?" he cried.

"Why not?
You dare to thank Him, who last night denied Him?
You dare to name His name in the light, who in the darkness----You! And you are not afraid ?" "Afraid ?" she repeated.