"My chief has resigned, you know,—and there is a piece of work up North here he wants me for…. But that is not all the reason!"
Her face blanched. They had begun their journey again, and were following the ridge of the mountain in the light of the westering sun. They walked slowly side by side so that they might talk. Margaret looked up questioningly.
"You and I have always been honest—direct with each other," he said.
She nodded gravely.
"We have never slipped into things; we have looked ahead, looked it all in the face."
"Yes!" she assented proudly.
"Then we will look this in the face together…. I have come back for one thing—for you!"
As he drew her to him, she laid her hands on his breast and looked at him sadly.
"The other was not enough!"
"Never!—nothing could ever be enough but to have you always."