"At last, Everychild?"
He timidly sought her hand; and having found it he stood with downcast eyes. "At last I know I—I love you!"
Still standing with downcast eyes he could not know how radiantly she appeared before him. He could not see how the mask fell from her face at last. The Masked Lady no more, but Truth herself in all her glory!
She cried out triumphantly, "Lift up your eyes, Everychild, and look at me!"
He lifted his eyes slowly, gaining courage little by little. And when he looked upon her an expression of amazement and swiftly dawning delight was in his eyes.
"You are—oh, it is you!" he cried, fearing even yet to name her.
"It is I," she said.
And he was not fearful of her now. Truth at last—and yet she was one who had been near him a long time and had often aided him.
"But you are beautiful!" he cried at last in wonder and delight.
"I am always beautiful to those who love me," she said.