Could anything be happier?
So next night, earlier than usual, she stole out with her basket, and went over to the Fish Gate Market.

Wandering about, seeking the best honey, she chanced to hear a man telling a story.
What the story was the reader can arrive at with sufficient certainty when told that the narrator was one of the men who had held torches for the commandant of the Tower of Antonia when, down in cell VI., the Hurs were found.

The particulars of the finding were all told, and she heard them, with the names of the prisoners, and the widow's account of herself.
The feelings with which Amrah listened to the recital were such as became the devoted creature she was.

She made her purchases, and returned home in a dream.

What a happiness she had in store for her boy! She had found his mother! She put the basket away, now laughing, now crying.