But he would have no such humility. He did not want humility.
“I’ll never let you go again. You’ve had your chance. It’s been hell, Horatia. I’ll never let you go.”
She settled into his arms, gently, happily.
“And I was all wrong,” he went on; “I treated you badly. Rose Hubbell is a criminal—she’s bad. When I found out I wanted to come to tell you but I wasn’t sure you’d want me. I’ll never see her again of course.”
“Hush—no promises. I know better than that now. We don’t need to hold each other by promises. We have love. It holds us.”
“We have love.”
He was strong, sure as she had never seen him in his love-making.
“We’ll be married tomorrow—tomorrow. I can’t wait any longer, darling,” he whispered and bent to kiss her.
“Tomorrow,” she breathed exultantly, with a welcome of tomorrow alight in her eyes.