“Glad! Oh, Phil, I’ve suffered so.”
“Oh, Jane, why? Look at me, dear. It was all a mistake. How could you have misjudged me?”
She drew away from him and took his head between the palms of her hands and sought his eyes with her own.
“There was no other?” she asked haltingly.
“No—a thousand times no,” he returned her gaze eagerly. “How could there be any other?” he asked simply.
She looked long and then closed her eyes and drew his lips down to hers.
“You believe in me—now?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, her eyes still closed. “I believe in you. Even if I didn’t, I would still—still—adore you.”
“God bless you for that. But you do believe——” he persisted.
“Yes, yes, I do believe in you, Phil. I can’t doubt you when you look at me like that.”