Black Man, nor of the arrival of the Black Man, nor of the discussion that was between them, nor of the way in which they had parted company.
But he did remember that the thirteen years had come to an end.
"To-day he is to come," said he to himself. "It is a bad time, when I am so weak But what is that I am saying?" said he again. "This woman says it is three weeks since I fell ill! I was not ill yesterday. It was on the morrow of yesterday that he was to come. It is a strange thing if there are three weeks between yesterday and to-day! And if the three weeks are there, the day has passed and that villain has not come! Perhaps he may not come at all! They are a queer three weeks! Where is there room for them! It is not more than three hours since I was talking to her, and listening to her, and looking at her! Oh! what an angel she is! What an angel of light she is!"
He remained for a long time thinking of her, of her beautiful face, and of the light that shone from her eyes, and her forehead, and her mouth. He thought of how the light went from her eyes into his own eyes and deep into his head and down into his heart. He remembered the words he had said when he felt the happiness that came upon him, and when he was giving thanks to the Eternal Father for having created her, and to the Only Son for having redeemed her, and to the Holy Ghost for having sanctified her. He remembered that she spoke, but he did not remember what she said. He remembered having heard her voice and the sound of her speech, but he did not remember that
