“Yes. I couldn’t help it.”
“To shield me—you felt that way?”
“H’m—but it isn’t necessary to say so.”
“I understand—only do it,” and she took the hand of him who thus loved her, in her own, and pressed it to her, her heart going out to him in tenderness.
A thrill of blissful content passed through Paul’s innermost being. He knew her in whom he had believed; and she had faith and trust in her protector for life. They were truly happy.
The dandy had passed—gone forever—a mere episode in their experience.
Their lives were thus becoming as one.
“I shall never forget our walks in this Cathedral,” said Adele.
“I hope not,” said Paul, laconic, and not nearly so enthusiastic as Adele had anticipated.
“You hope not? Why, what on earth is to prevent our remembering?”