When He spoke, I knew it again.

His voice was as--as the sound of the sea--as simple as that--as--as lamentable--as strong as that .-- Did you not hear it ?" Oliver bowed his head.
"I can trust Him for all the rest," went on the girl softly.

"I do not know where He is, nor when He will come back, nor what He will do.

I suppose there is a great deal for Him to do, before He is fully known--laws, reforms--that will be your business, my dear.

And the rest of us must wait, and love, and be content." Oliver again lifted his face and looked at her.
"Mabel, my dear---" "Oh! I knew it even last night," she said, "but I did not know that I knew it till I awoke to-day and remembered.