He knew that much.

And the door was open into the still, dusk night; and through the open casement he could hear the lapping of the waves on the shelving shore, could see the soft gray dawn over the sea--he knew it was over the sea--he saw what lay unseen behind the poor walls of the cottage.

And it was Sylvia who held his hand tight in her warm, living grasp; it was his wife whose arm was thrown around him, whose sobbing sighs shook his numbed frame from time to time.
'God bless and comfort my darling,' he said to himself.

'She knows me now.

All will be right in heaven--in the light of God's mercy.' And then he tried to remember all that he had ever read about, God, and all that the blessed Christ--that bringeth glad tidings of great joy unto all people, had said of the Father, from whom He came.
Those sayings dropped like balm down upon his troubled heart and brain.