Lady Muriel had covered her face in her hands, and did not look up. She only murmured "Thanks, thanks!" again and again.
We rose to go. Arthur said, with evident effort, "One word more. If you would know the power of Prayer——in anything and everything that Man can need——try it. Ask, and it shall be given you. I——have tried it. I know that God answers prayer!"
Our walk home was a silent one, till we had nearly reached the lodgings: then Arthur murmured——and it was almost an echo of my own thoughts——"What knowest thou, O wife, whether thou shalt save thy husband?"
The subject was not touched on again. We sat on, talking, while hour after hour, of this our last night together, glided away unnoticed. He had much to tell me about India, and the new life he was going to, and the work he hoped to do. And his great generous soul seemed so filled with noble ambition as to have no space left for any vain regret or selfish repining.
"Come, it is nearly morning!" Arthur said at last, rising and leading the way upstairs.
