But when the old man, overcome by shame and penitence, would have cried out, mountains, rivers, desert, pain, and suffering vanished, and there fell upon him an influence of infinite rest and tenderness.  And looking for the third time before he should give himself wholly to the spell, he felt the kiss upon his forehead, and saw the quiet eyes, and heard the loving voice of the faithful one: "Thee'd better come to bed, Thomas."