She looked gravely out before her.
“No, I do not think he really deceived me long—not my innermost self of all. But I was very self-willed. I wanted to judge for myself, and I could not judge him rightly. I believed him. I did not want to be unjust—and he deceived me.”
Randolph smiled and laid his hand caressingly upon her shoulder. She looked up with a smile.
“That is right, Monica. You must put away these sad, wistful looks. We must not let this evening’s happiness be marred by any doubts and fears. You have your husband again. Is not that enough?”
She turned and laid her head against his shoulder. His arm was fast about her in a moment. She drew a long breath, almost like a sigh.
“Randolph, I think that moments like this must be a foretaste of heaven.”
He kissed her, and she added, low and dreamily:
“Only there, there will be no fear of parting. Death could not part us there.”