I have never been so happy--so satisfied in my life, as in these last three weeks.

Every disappointment and dissatisfaction seems to have slipped away; I seem to have been living in some calm, beautiful, restful atmosphere--" She paused, her face as well as her voice tinged with a subtle excitement.
"It may be very selfish, but I wish that these days could go on forever.
I know that, for you, they are only a probation; that you must crave for the moment when, having taught us everything, you will go out into the world and teach the Unbelievers.

I know all that, and I know it is only right, but--but I hate to think of it!" A sudden break came in her voice.
"You hate to think that all this must end ?" Again their eyes met; but, as though the contact of glances embarrassed her, Enid looked away.
"Yes, I do hate it.

Do you despise me for being so selfish--so jealous of those other people who will take our place ?" For a moment the Prophet made no reply.

In the dim light of the room, the muscles of his hard face looked set; his strong hands were clasped.
"Do you despise me ?" she asked again.
"It is not for me to judge any one--you least of all," he answered, without looking at her.
At the subdued tone, the unexpected words, she turned to him apprehensively.
"You are angry with me ?" "Indeed, no." "Then what is it?
What have I done--or said ?" He remained silent.
In her sudden distress she leaned forward in her chair, looking into his face with new solicitude.
"I know--I feel that I have displeased you.