In his happiness he had forgotten Howland Street; or if he thought of it at all he thought of it as an enchanted spot, the stage that had brought him nearest to the place of his delight.
"Lucy, Lucy, how did you know? I never meant you to."
"Some one told me. And I—I went to see it."
"Good God!"
"I saw your room, the room they carried you out of. If I'd only known! My darling, why didn't you come to me then? Why didn't you? I had plenty. Why didn't you send for me?"
"How could I?"
"You could, you could—"
"But sweetest, I didn't even know where you were."
"Wherever I was I would have come to you. I would have taken you away."
"It was worth it, Lucy. If it hadn't been for that, I shouldn't be here now. Looking back it seems positively glorious. And whatever it was I'd go through years of it, for one hour with you here. One of those hours even when you didn't love me."