The thrill of gladness when he speaks to me,--
I do not hear the name!

SABALLIDIN:
And yet, be sure
There's danger in this error,--and no gain!

RUAHMAH:
I seek no gain; I only tread the path
Marked for me daily by the hand of love.
And if his blindness spared my lord one pang
Of sorrow in his black, forsaken hour,--
And if this error makes his burdened heart
More quiet, and his shadowed way less dark,
Whom do I rob? Not her who chose to stay
At ease in Rimmon's House! Surely not him!
Only myself? And that enriches me.
Why trouble we the master? Let it go,--
To-morrow he must know the truth,--and then
He shall dispose of me e'en as he will!

SABALLIDIN:
To-morrow?

RUAHMAH:
Yes, for I will tarry here,
While you conduct him to Elisha's house
To find the promised healing. I forebode
A sudden danger from the craven king
Of Israel, or else a secret ambush