And we heard those words, and our eyes looked at Him, for He was among us." Vinicius listened, and something wonderful took place in him.

He forgot for a moment where he was; he began to lose the feeling of reality, of measure, of judgment.

He stood in the presence of two impossibilities.
He could not believe what the old man said; and he felt that it would be necessary either to be blind or renounce one's own reason, to admit that that man who said "I saw" was lying.

There was something in his movements, in his tears, in his whole figure, and in the details of the events which he narrated, which made every suspicion impossible.

To Vinicius it seemed at moments that he was dreaming.