"None but you, John. There never has been and there never shall be another."
When John's consciousness returned he said, "Dorothy, can you love such a fool as I?"
"That I can and that I do with all my heart," she returned.
"And can you forgive me for this last fault—for doubting you?"
"That is easily done," she answered softly, "because doubt is the child of love."
"But you do not doubt me?" he replied.
"N-o-o," she answered somewhat haltingly; "but I—I am a woman."
"And a woman's heart is the home of faith," said John, reverentially.
"Y-e-s," she responded, still not quite sure of her ground. "Sometimes it is the home of too much faith, but faith, like virtue, is its own reward. Few persons are false to one who gives a blind, unquestioning faith. Even a poor degree of honor responds to it in kind."