"Beloved," said he, "tell me—was he that man?"
"Which man?" inquired Charlotte innocently.
"The one that you wrestled with?"
Charlotte nodded; a smile flickered over her face.
"And you got him down?"
"Yes."
"Quite down?"
"As flat as he could go."
"And that is why you marry me?"
The two lovers exchanged sweet looks of candor and honesty.