One touch of nature like this makes the whole world kin, and a shout went up which echoed and re-echoed round the old walls.
Leslie stood 'covered with blushes,' but her hand closed on her husband's, and with a loving, grateful pressure, as she looked up at him with a pride which equaled his own.
Then Yorke went quickly across the terrace—the servants drawing back with true delicacy—to where the bath-chair stood, and in another instant the duke's hand was grasped in his. But after an affectionate glance at his happy face the duke motioned him aside, and held out both hands towards Leslie.
"My welcome comes last, but it's not the least, my dear," he said.
Leslie stood for a second hesitating, her color coming and going, then she bent down and kissed him on the forehead.
His thin face flushed, and he held her a moment, patting her arm in the way a man does when he is having a hard fight with his emotion.
"You're both looking very well, young people," he said, but without removing his eyes from Leslie's face. "Very well—and absurdly happy."
Leslie laughed, and her eyes dwelt on him with an expression of satisfaction and rejoicing, which he did not understand until she said:
"And you—oh, how well you look, how different."
He shook his head with one of his quaintly grim smiles.