THE PRINCESS
his, and they were decent and competent together. This was all in the answer she finally made him.
"I believe in you more than any one."
"Than any one at all?"
She hesitated for all it might mean; but there was—oh a thousand times!—no doubt of it. "Than any one at all." She kept nothing of it back now, met his eyes over it, let him have the whole of it; after which she went on: "And that's the way, I think, you believe in me."
He looked at her a minute longer, but his tone at last was right. "About the way—yes."
"Well then—?" She spoke as for the end and for other matters—for anything, everything else there might be. They would never return to it.
"Well then—!" His hands came out, and while her own took them he drew her to his breast and held her. He held her hard and kept her long, and she let herself go; but it was an embrace that, august and almost stern, produced for all its intimacy no revulsion and broke into no inconsequence of tears.
