"Yes, the gate of heaven," repeated the young man, in a voice full of weird irony. "It would be a pity to draw you back."
"It would kill me," answered Judith. "It seems as if a world of happiness had been crowded into these days, when I am made sure of being your wife! Can it be? Am I certain of that? Ah, what changes a day may bring!"
"Yes, many things may be done in less than a day," said Storms, in a light if not mocking tone. "It only takes a minute or two sometimes for a man to yoke himself up for life. If one could only wrench himself free as easily, now!"
"You speak as if I were not quite forgiven for keeping back that paper," she said with a look of swift apprehension.
"Do I? Well, you will soon learn how I can forgive.
"What do you mean, Richard?"
"Nothing. But this is the station nearest to 'Norston's Rest.' We get out here."
The whistle of a train coming from the east was just then sounding sharp and clear in the distance.
Storms left his train just as it began to move, and Judith followed him. When she reached the platform he turned his face upon her in the starlight, and she saw that he was smiling.
"Come," he said, drawing her toward the track.