e you going to teach?' I asked.

'"I hope I may teach at whiles," she said, "But I am sent first
of all to heal."

'She told me about her hopes for her work.

'"They tell me I have healing hands," she said. "I have a seed-grain of
faith, I think, and that is the secret of them."

'I saw her only for a few moments. I will try to tell you or
rather to show you what she looked like, when I have ended my
story. She enlightened me not a little. I saw how lame a thing my
own journey was my leisurely dawdling back to my work. This girl
came as it were on wings, with power in her heart and will, that
would take no denial but God's. Her few words as we walked up and
down the well-deck were words that burnt and shone in the cold
dark. I am talking about things as I saw them just then. As a
matter of fact, I believe it was a blazing night with a moon at
the full, and stars dropping over one another. I remember that I
slept on deck afterwards. I had a sort of Midsummer South African
Christmas picnic feeling (up till cock-crow, when the fever that
had dogged me that month came again). It was really a consummate
night. But as she talked, she made it seem cold and dark, her
words were so radiantly kind.

'T think we talked about Saint Vincent of Paris mostly, and of
men that had carried in their bodies the marks of the Lord Jesus;
and of the imitation of Jesus in India and Africa. Then she said
"Good night!" and was gone.

'Next day that return of fever blurred my new visions of the
Light. Yet I was to see her again. An hour before we came off
Chinde, she asked leave to come up on to our second-class deck
and to bid me "Good-bye."

'I was lying in a deck-chair, my hat tilted over my eyes, under
the morning sun. She was suddenly beside me and speaking to me.
She gave me a watchword out of that confident ending of Saint
Mark, to which, some people, who have their misgivings, attach so
little credit. It was this, "They shall lay hands on the sick and
they shall recover." Then she prayed for me, lifting up her
healing hands. And she held out to me a tiny flask that I might
anneal myself, "For that is your own office," she said.

'My head had defied sleep, but now sleep came apace. It seemed to
me it came breathing about me with the light gusts of wind. I
slept, nor did I know when she said "Good-bye."

'When I awoke the sun was westering. Some passengers had
trans-shipped for Chinde four hours or more ago, a man told me.
She