She went over to him and knelt beside him.
“But, dearest, listen,” she said, taking both his hands, “I have come to tell you of joy.”
Paul stared at her half bewildered. “What do you mean?” he said.
“Listen,” she said. “It’s all so wonderful I can hardly believe it myself. But it’s all true—true—true!”
“Tell me, quickly,” said Paul, putting his arms round her.
And as many weeks ago he had had to tell her bad news, so she now told him news of joy. She told him everything, all Miss Mason’s quaint and excellent reasons for their acceptance of this happiness with no thought of false pride to intervene.
“You will accept, Paul?” said Sara, as she finished.
Again the man’s eyes were full of tears. “Beloved, I must. My love for you would sweep away all pride. But I think with a gift offered in that way one need have none. My God, it’s wonderful!”
And so she still knelt beside him, and he held her in a kind of dumb ecstasy, as if he feared to move and find it was only a dream. And the music of the Heart which had long held such a throb of pain now rose loud and glorious, filling the whole studio.
“Beloved,” said Paul at last, “let us go together and find Aunt Olive.”