"Peter," she said again, "your eyes are open!"
"Yes," he said. "It became necessary for me to see—so they opened."
Before them, she felt ashamed—almost like one naked. She began to tremble. Then, with her cheeks scarlet, she covered her face with her hands.
Peter rose and helped her back to a chair as if she, in her turn, had suddenly become blind.
"If I frighten you like this I—I must not look at you," he faltered.
Still she trembled; still she covered her face.
"See!" he cried. "I have closed them again."
She looked up in amazement. He was standing with his eyes tight shut. He who had been in darkness all these long months had dared, to save her from her own shame, to return again to the pit. For a second it stopped her heart from beating. Then, springing to his side, she seized his hands.
"Peter," she commanded, "open your eyes!"
He was pale—ghastly pale.