“As much as I can,” said her husband, seriously.
“I know that to be a great deal. How much can you forgive?”
Now she was in his arms.
“As much as I love,” said Ravant.
“Then I am quite safe.”
She crept a little deeper into his arms and opened her letter.
“Dearest, I married you under an assumed name.”
“Thank God!” laughed Ravant—“unless it is a worse one than Brown.”
“I could have been very happy as Mrs. Brown—as happy as I am as Mrs. Ravant.”
She ignored the rest and withdrew the contents of the letter. They appeared to be a deed.