was one walking from them a little way off;--for the angel had re-clothed
the soul in its outward form and vesture--and the man knew who it was.

And the angel said, "Do you know him?"

And the man said, "I know him," and he looked after the figure.

And the angel said, "Have you forgiven him?"

But the man said, "How beautiful my brother is!"

And the angel looked into the man's eyes, and he shaded his own face with
his wing from the light. He laughed softly and went up to God.

But the men were together on earth.

I awoke.

The blue, blue sky was over my head, and the waves were breaking below on
the shore. I walked through the little chapel, and I saw the Madonna in
blue and red, and the Christ carrying his cross, and the Roman soldiers
with the rod, and the Blessed Bambino with its broken face; and then I
walked down the sloping rock to the brick pathway. The olive trees stood
up on either side of the road, their black berries and pale-green leaves
stood out against the sky; and the little ice-plants hung from the crevices
in the stone wall. It seemed to me as if it must have rained while I was
asleep. I thought I had never seen the heavens and the earth look so
beautiful before. I walked down the road. The old, old, old tiredness was
gone.