She left him and walked shyly towards Collingwood and held out her hand.
He took it, bowed over it as if to kiss it, refrained, and then opened the door.
"Your wings are not really broken—not really," he said in a voice which was absolutely broken.
There was a sound of the soft closing of a door—a little click as it fell into place.
Peggy ran back to her husband and put her hands upon his shoulders.
"My husband!" she said.
He caught her in his arms—in his strong arms.
