"And yonder, all the time, I was waiting for you."
"There came a time, Jeanne, when I believed this spot could never be dear to me again, when I thought it could never again be home."
"And now, Richard?"
"Now, my darling, I am as a man who is almost too richly blessed. In this world I have found paradise."
"Of course that isn't really true," she answered, "but I like to hear you say it."
"Jeanne dear, there is only one regret. I wish my mother could be here to see you."
"She knows, Richard, never doubt that," Jeanne answered. "When I think of you, I often think of her too. I am here, in her place. Her boy has become my husband. I am very thankful to her for my good, brave husband."
He rose to his knees, put his arm round her, and kissed her.
"You have no regret, Jeanne?"
"None."