He began to sob convulsively, like a child, and she put her arms round him, and held him—in silence....
Presently he began to speak, pouring out his love and longing for her in the old voluble, vehement fashion, accusing himself—praying for forgiveness.
She sighed a little as she soothed him.
“But it is all right, darling, isn’t it?” he said anxiously at last. “Really all right, I mean?”
“Yes, Robin, we’re going to understand each other in future.”
“And you do forgive me, Cis—for everything?”
“Yes, dear—hush! Don’t let us talk about it.”
“And you love me?” he urged, with the persistence of a child.
She hesitated, almost imperceptibly, before she assented.
“As you used to?” he asked, breathlessly. “In the old way? Just the same?”