She went to the door that separated her room from Arthur’s, and unlocked it noisily. She walked across the room and stood by the window. Arthur was awake too. He leant up upon his elbow and regarded her without a word.
“Arthur,” she said, “am I to go to Africa or am I to stay with you?”
Arthur answered after a little while. “I want you to stay with me.”
“On my conditions?”
“I have been a fool, Dolly. It’s over....”
They were both trembling, and their voices were unsteady.
“Can I believe you, Arthur?” she asked weakly....
He came across the moonlight to her, and as he spoke his tears came. Old, tender, well-remembered phrases were on his lips. “Dolly! Little sweet Dolly,” he said, and took her hungrily into his arms....
There remained nothing now of the knot but to tell Oswald that she had made her irrevocable decision.