"What more?" asked Simonides.
"I will tell you-"
Some one coming into the room interrupted him; he turned, and arose with extended hands.
"Amrah! Dear old Amrah!" he cried.
She came forward; and they, seeing the joy in her face, thought not once how wrinkled and tawny it was.She knelt at his feet, clasped his knees, and kissed his hands over and over; and when he could he put the lank gray hair from her cheeks, and kissed them,saying, "Good Amrah, have you nothing, nothing of them-not a word-not one little sign?"