The faded sheet had in it the glow and glamour of the East; it was like a heart beating with life; emotion rose and fell in it like the waves of the sea.

Once the old man interrupted Faith.
"Davy--it is as though Davy spoke.

It is like Davy--both Claridge, both Claridge," he said.

"But is it not like Davy?
Davy is doing what it was in Benn's heart to do.

Benn showed the way; Benn called, and Davy came." He laid both hands upon his knees and raised his eyes.