As Barbara and Will went out into the darkness, the sweet, south wind blew in their faces, and rustled the tiny leaves on the maples overhead.
"They were very kind to us to-night, Barbara," said Will. "But for you, dear, it has been a long, hard journey." He felt her hand tighten on his arm.
"Yes, Will, but the steepest paths lead to the most beautiful places."
"And you do not regret one step of the cruel way you have come?"
"Not one, Will."
"I'm glad you can say that, but I can't seem to understand. What is the secret?"
"Faith, Will."
"Faith?"
"Yes, it's God's way."
And thus they walked, and talked of God, and love, and the future, until in the east the sky was gleaming with gold.