Her head rested on his shoulder as it had done that first time the day at his apartment on Riverside Drive when he asked her to be his wife. Her pale, weary face was turned upwards, her tired eyes looking wonderingly into his. Her lips were within his reach, but he resisted the temptation. It was enough to feel that once more she was safe within his arms. Slowly she murmured:
"Robert! You did come! You did!"
"Of course I did," he said soothingly, as he stroked her hair caressingly.
"I'm so happy, dear," she murmured.
"You're not a bit happier than I am," he said, trying to keep back the tears that were fast filling his own eyes.
"And you came for me!"
"Of course, dear. Did you think I wouldn't?"
"Yes, because I thought I knew you and understood you. But I didn't. I knew you were fine and big, but you are finer and bigger than ever I imagined and I adore you for it! Oh, my darling, you came for me!"
He listened, bewildered, not understanding. Gently he said:
"But, dear—I—don't—"