CHAPTER XXIX
For a long time neither spoke, or moved. Then Hugh held out his arms, and Helen came into them. And still neither spoke. The old clock ticked the moments, and the beat of their hearts throbbed tremblingly.
At last they spoke, each at the same instant.
“Helen”—“Hugh.”
She lifted her hand from his shoulder, and fondled his face.
Of course, she spoke first, when either could speak beyond that first syllable.
“Oh, my dear, my dear!” she said. “I thought you were never coming back to me.”
He caught her hands and held them against his heart.
“I couldn’t come, Helen. You know that—not until I had made things right.”
The glad blood rushed to her face. “Oh! Hugh,” she cried, “then you have made things right, you have found out? I am so glad, so glad!”