"I see," he answered. "I see, but—"
"After all, I promised to be his wife forever, you know."
"But you don't love him now."
"No. I love you—and for your sake as well as my own I've got to straighten things out between Howard and myself."
"I thought they were straight. He thinks you are dead."
"But I know that I'm not dead, and all my life I would know that I had been unfair to myself as well as to him. I must go and get things right before—before I marry you."
Her voice dropped and lingered caressingly yet with gracious reverence over these last words, as one's does in speaking of holy things.
"I see," he said. Her tone told him more than her words.
"I think you do."
"Yes, I do. But when did you begin thinking of this?"