'Together now till death; nothing else shall part us, nothing else.'
'My wife!'
Her tears rained down, mingled with his, and fell away into the greyness of his beard.
They clung together, and the room and the world faded. They clung together, and there was no one in all space but themselves and God—God who had given them into each other's arm once more.
Challis came to the door—she had knocked twice, to tell them that the luggage had come from the ship—then she turned the handle, for she thought they had gone out.
But those faces! Those faces of the father and mother, wet, uplifted, almost divine!
Very softly she closed the door again, and stole away.
CHAPTER XVI
The Rosery
They cling in the moonlight, they kiss each other.
"Child, my child!" and "Mother, mother!"'