see you through, everything—everything—all right. That's what I'm here for. Don't you see?"
He did see: colour came into his stricken cheeks; something of his usual manliness returned to him, and, as he moved forward with her to the altar, his eyes became human again in the look of passionate gratitude he gave her.
She was uplifted with the happiness of a great reassurance; once more she knew that she had forgotten herself and remembered him.
The end
