The rays of the evening sun came solemnly through the painted windows above his head, and fell in gorgeous colours on the opposite wall, and the perfect stillness soothed his spirit by little and little.

And he turned to the pulpit, and looked at it, and then, leaning forward with his head on his hands, groaned aloud.

If he could only have seen the Doctor again for one five minutes--have told him all that was in his heart, what he owed to him, how he loved and reverenced him, and would, by God's help, follow his steps in life and death--he could have borne it all without a murmur.

But that he should have gone away for ever without knowing it all, was too much to bear.

"But am I sure that he does not know it all ?" The thought made him start.