He repeated, with his lips, 'What kind of happiness!' but uttered no sound.
'Make the effort!--away from here. If you succeed--never mind how humble it is, never mind how poor--I will be your wife, loving you no more than I love you now, and you will repay me for all that I have suffered. If you fail---- But you will not fail, Saul. I know it! I feel it! Make the effort; for the sake of my love for you, for the sake of yours for me. I think, if it were placed before me that you should make the effort, and, failing, die, or that we should remain as we are, I should choose to lose you, and never look upon your face again---- Here! We are near the end of this sad year. Christmas is coming, Saul. Let it be the turning over of a new leaf for us. Nerve yourself--I will not say for your own sake, for I know how poor an incentive that would be to you--but for mine, and with the dawning of a new year, begin a new life!'
'And this is the duty that remains for me to do, Jane?'
'This is the duty.'
Not from any doubt of her, or of the task she set before him, did he pause, but because he was for a while overpowered by the goodness of the woman who had sacrificed all for him--who loved him, believed in him, and saw still some capacity for good in him. When he had conquered his emotion, he said in a broken tone,
'And then, should such a happy time ever come, you will let me make the poor reparation--you will marry me?'
'How gladly!' she exclaimed, 'O, how gladly!'
'No more words are needed than that I promise, Jane?'
'No more, Saul.'
'I promise. With all my strength I will try.'