"Did I?"
"You did! It is snowing terribly.... It is miles and miles and the snow is already too deep. Besides, do you think I—we would let you walk! But you shall not go—and there are horses enough, too! No, no, no! I—I wish you would let me try to make up something to you—if I—all that I can possibly make up."
"At the end of the hall above there's a window," he said slowly. "Prove to me that the snow is too deep."
"Prove it?" She sprang up, gathering her silken skirts and was on the landing above before he could rise.
"'Only one person in the world can ever matter to me—now.'"
He found her, smiling, triumphant, beside the big casement at the end of the hallway.
"Now are you convinced?" she said. "Just look at the snowdrifts. Are you satisfied?"