“‘No sadness of farewell’,” she said. “Nigel, is that possible?”
Then he turned, smiling bravely.
“All is possible, my dearest, to a perfect love.”
“Oh, raise me,” she whispered, “and take me in your arms.”
He held her close.
She lifted her face to his.
That look of love unspeakable, broke his iron self-control.
His tears fell on her face.
“I know!” she said, and suddenly her voice was strong and full. “My lover and my husband! But it is all joy—no sadness, really. And such a little while——”
“All joy, my wife,” he answered; then, bending, laid his lips on hers.