"And then I came and upset it all," murmured Dick, with his lips against her hair.
Her hold tightened. "It's been one perpetual struggle against appalling odds ever since," she said. "If it hadn't been for—Robin—I should never have married you."
"Yes, you would," he said quietly. "That was meant. I've realized that since."
"I am not sure," she said. "If you hadn't been so miserable, I should have told you the truth. You wouldn't have married me then."
"Yes, I should," he said.
She drew a little away to look into his face. "Dick, are you sure of that?"
"I am quite sure," he said, and faintly smiled. "It's just because I am sure, that I am with you now—instead of Saltash. It was his own test."
Her eyes met his unflinching. "Dick, you believe that Saltash and I are just—friends?"
"I believe it," he said.
"And you are not angry with him?"