"For some," I said. "For some, perhaps, who are simple and chlldlike. You know He said 'of such is the Kingdom of Heaven.'"
Lady Muriel clasped her hands, and gazed up into the cloudless sky, with a look I had often seen in Sylvle's eyes. "I feel as if it had begun for me," she almost whispered. "I feel as if I were one of the happy children, whom He bid them bring near to Him, though the people would have kept them back. Yes, He has seen me in the throng. He has read the wistful longing in my eyes. He has beckoned me to Him. They have had to make way for me. He has taken me up in His arms. He has put His hands upon me and blessed me!" She paused, breathless in her perfect happiness.
"Yes," I said. "I think He has!"
"You must come and speak to my father," she went on, as we stood side by side at the gate, looking down the shady lane. But, even as she said the words, the 'eerie' sensation came over me like a flood: I saw the dear old Professor approaching us, and also saw, what was stranger still, that he was visible to Lady Muriel!
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