But, seeing nothing of her look of pain, and knowing nothing but one thing only, and that was the wondrous and mighty change that she who had been deaf could now hear, that she who had never before heard speech now heard their voices as they spoke around her, Ali, in his frantic delight laughing and crying together, his white teeth aglitter, and his round black face shining with tears, began to shout and to sing, and to dance around the bed in wild joy at the miracle which God had wrought in answer to his old Taleb’s prayer.  No heed did he pay to the Taleb’s cries of warning, but danced on and on, and neither did the bondwomen see the old man’s uplifted arms or his big lips pursed out in hushes, so overpowered were they with their delight, so startled and so joy drunken.  But over their tumult there came a wild outburst of piercing shrieks.  They were the cries of Naomi in her blind and sudden terror at the first sounds that had reached her of human voices.  Her face was blanched, her eyelids were trembling, her lips were restless, her nostrils quivered, her whole being seemed to be overcome by a vertigo of dread, and, in the horrible disarray of all her sensations her brain, on its wakening from its dolorous sleep of three delirious days, was tottering and reeling at its welcome in this world of noise.

Then Ali ended suddenly his frantic dance, the bondwomen held their peace in an instant, and blank silence in the chamber followed the clamour of tongues.

It was at this great moment that Israel, returning from his journey in the jellab of a Moor, knocked like a stranger at his outer door.  When he entered the chamber, still clad as a torn and ragged man, too eager to remove the sorry garments which had been given to him on the way, Naomi was resting against the pillar of the bed.  He saw that her countenance was changed, and that every feature of her face seemed to listen.  No longer was it as the face of a lamb that is simple and content, neither was it as the face of a child that is peaceful and happy; but it was hot and perplexed.  Fear sat on her face, and wonder and questioning; and as Fatimah stood by her side, speaking tender words to comfort her, no cheer did she seem to get from them, but only dread, for she drew away from her when she spoke, as though the sound of the voice smote her ears with terror of trouble.  All this Israel saw on the instant, and then his sight grew dim, his heart beat as if it would kill him, a thick mist seemed to cover everything, and through the dense waves of semi-consciousness he heard the dull hum of Fatimah’s muffled voice coming to him as from far away.

“My pretty Naomi!  My little heart!  My sweet jewel of gold and silver!  It is nothing!  Nothing!  Look!  See!  Her father has come back!  Her dear father has come back to her!”

Presently the room ceased to go round and round, and Israel knew that Naomi’s arms surrounded him, that his own arms enlaced her, and that her head was pressed hard against his bosom.  Yes, it was she!  It was Naomi!  Ali had told him truth.  She lived!  She was well!  She could hear!  The old hope that had chirped in his soul was justified, and the dear delicious dream was come true.  Oh!  God was great, God was good, God had given him more than he had asked or deserved!