At the touch, my heart throbbed with an overwhelming joy.
Exquisite pleasure thrilled through every nerve in my body. I
knew him! From the unseen world--himself unseen--he had returned
to me. Oh, I knew him!

And yet, my helpless mortality longed for a sign that might give
me assurance of the truth. The yearning in me shaped itself into
words. I tried to utter the words. I would have said, if I could
have spoken: "Oh, my angel, give me a token that it is You!" But
I was like a person struck dumb--I could only think it.

The Invisible Presence read my thought. I felt my lips touched,
as my husband's lips used to touch them when he kissed me. And
that was my answer. A thought came to me again. I would have
said, if I could have spoken: "Are you here to take me to the
better world?"

I waited. Nothing that I could feel touched me.

I was conscious of thinking once more. I would have said, if I
could have spoken: "Are you here to protect me?"

I felt myself held in a gentle embrace, as my husband's arms used
to hold me when he pressed me to his breast. And that was my
answer.

The touch that was like the touch of his lips, lingered and was
lost; the clasp that was like the clasp of his arms, pressed me
and fell away. The garden-scene resumed its natural aspect. I saw