The disciples listened with rapt attention. Here was a new light thrown upon that shameful death of their dear Master which had seemed to be the end of all their hopes. The cloud upon their hearts began to lift. A strange peace and joy seemed to flow to them, not from the words alone, but from the very Presence of the Stranger. They could not bear to part from Him; He had made all the difference in their lives.
They drew nigh to the town whither they were going, and He made as though He would have gone farther, but they constrained Him, saying:
"Stay with us, because it is towards evening and the day is now far spent."
And He went in with them.
And while He was at table with them, He took bread, and blessed, and broke and gave to them. And their eyes were opened and they knew Him, and He vanished out of their sight.
Here, then, was the explanation of that happy afternoon. And they said one to the other:
"Was not our heart burning within us whilst He spoke in the way and opened to us the Scriptures?"
And rising up the same hour, they went back to Jerusalem, and they found the Eleven gathered together, and those that were with them. Before they could speak they were welcomed with the glad cry:
"The Lord is risen, indeed, and hath appeared to Simon!"
They looked around. How different the state of things in the Upper Chamber from what they had left a few hours ago! Joy on every face. Peter's a sight never to be forgotten; such peace there, such deep content. No word of what had passed between him and his Master escaping him, as if his secret were too sweet to
