And holding her simple hands out so he could say:
“Tomorrow, little sweetheart half my years,
Tomorrow I will tell the world about us.
You must be mine to keep. I have been cruel;
I have been absent, darling, from your pain.
Tomorrow I will put my two arms round you,
And bear if I can the—pleasure.”
Then he woke,
And none but Berrien watched him in the room—
Berrien, who ever after watched him,