"I'll salute you by proxy in this way," said Eva, and kissed Allen.
"Oh, Horace!" sighed Mrs. Palmer, and sank into her lover's arms.
So all four were happy, and the troubles of the past gave place to the joys of the present. The evil augury of Eva's dream was fulfilled--the dark night was past, and joy was coming in the morning. So after all, good had come out of evil.