"And then another man came along, a great, surly, fogheaded Englishman, who made love to her till she was nearly driven crazy. For though Warrender had married again before she could stop him, she wasn't free. But she couldn't tell him so for the other woman's sake. It doesn't matter now. It was a dreadful tangle once. And she felt real bad about it. But it's come out quite simply. And no one will ever know.
"Now, I'll tell you a secret, Big Bear, about the woman you know of. You must put your head down for I'll have to whisper. That's the way. Now! She's just madly in love with you, Big Bear. And she is quite, quite free to tell you so. There! And I reckon she's not Death's property any more. She's just—yours."
The narrative ended in Merefleet's arms.
A few weeks later Quiller the younger looked up from a newspaper with a grin.
"Mr. Merefleet's married our little missie, dad," he announced. "I saw it coming t'other day."
And old Quiller looked up with a gleam of intelligence on his wrinkled face.
"Why!" he said, with slow triumph. "If that ain't what I persuaded him for to do, long, long ago! He's a sensible lad, is Master Bernard."
A measure of approval which Merefleet would doubtless have appreciated.