“Forgive you?... For what, Potter?”
“For being only human—with a man’s understanding—when I should have known what no man could have known.”
She laughed softly. “I can forgive that,” she said.
They were warm flesh and blood again; two human beings, man and woman, with human love calling the one to the other. He held out his arms toward her and she came into them, lips pressed lips, and heart beat against heart.
“I was wrong,” he said, presently. “There’s nothing like love.”
“Like our love,” she said.
After a long time he put her away from him gently. “We must go,” he said. “There are things to be done.... I will take you to mother again, and this time you will stay.”
“I’ll make her keep me,” she said.
“Your father—I will attend to what must be done.”
“Yes.”