"Yes—alone."
"NO—YOU'RE NOT! I'M GOING WITH YOU."
"No—no—you're not!" she cried, advancing toward him.
"What do you mean?" he demanded.
"Because I'm going with you!"
The next instant she was in his arms, her face buried in his shoulder.
"Going with me?" he exclaimed hoarsely. He thought he must be dreaming. Does such happiness as this come to a man so suddenly?
"Yes," she whispered; "as your wife—to the end of the world if necessary."