"Yes! I know it! … But nothing should keep you here."
"No, not keep me…. But there is something infinitely precious to lose by going…. You have made me live again, Margaret. I was dead, dead,—a dead soul."
"We were both dead … and now we live!"
"It were better not said, perhaps—"
"No!" she interrupted passionately. "It ought to be said! Why not?"
"There can be nothing for us," he muttered dully.
"No!" and her hands touched his. "Don't say that! We are both in the world,—don't you see?"
His face drew near to hers, they kissed, and she clung to him for the moment, then whispered: "Now go! You must live, live,—live greatly,—for us both!"
Margaret fled to her room, knelt down beside the boy's bed, with clasped hands, her eyes shining down on the sleeping child, a smile on her face.