I wanted also to thank her in writing for the few days' overtime in which
I occupied the room. The certainty that I was now saved for some time to
come increased so strongly in me that I even promised her five shillings.
I would call in some day when passing by.
Besides that, I wanted to prove to her what an upright sort of person her
roof had sheltered.
I left the note behind me on the table.
Once again I stopped at the door and turned round; the buoyant feeling of
having risen once again to the surface charmed me, and made me feel
grateful towards God and all creation, and I knelt down at the bedside and
thanked God aloud for His great goodness to me that morning.
I knew it; ah! I knew that the rapture of inspiration I had just felt and
noted down was a miraculous heaven-brew in my spirit in answer to my
yesterday's cry for aid.
"It was God! It was God!" I cried to myself, and I wept for enthusiasm
over my own words; now and then I had to stop and listen if any one was on
the stairs. At last I rose up and prepared to go. I stole noiselessly down
each flight and reached the door unseen.
The streets were glistening from the rain which had fallen in the early
morning. The sky hung damp and heavy over the town, and there was no glint
of sunlight visible. I wondered what the day would bring forth? I went as
usual in the direction of the Town Hall, and saw that it was half-past
eight.
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