Was it possible——? Was it even remotely possible——?
Wyndham reined in the involuntary thought, as a man reins in his horse on the brink of a precipice. Common loyalty to the friend he loved, with the unspoken love of half a lifetime, forbade him to look that shrouded possibility frankly in the face.
CHAPTER XXXI.
THE LOSS OF ALL.
"The loss of all love has to give,
Save pardon for love wronged."
—O. Meredith.
"Here I am, Theo. Honor says you want to see me."
Evelyn Desmond closed the door behind her; and at sight of her husband transformed into his very self—freed at last from all disfigurements—she ran to him with outstretched arms.
"Theo, are you really all right again? I can hardly believe it."