The noise in his brain was like the pealing of cathedral bells at Christmas time. Yet in this rush of ecstatic feeling he suddenly saw clearly. The fabric of their companionship had hardly begun weaving. All his experience, his delicacy, his fine human skill, must be employed here. Ahead lay happiness! It was still nearly incredible.... And there lay—extending before them in a long vista—their intense common interest. The thing was to make a fine success of it. Build through the years.
And happiness was greatly important. He had so nearly missed it.... Looking up through the branches of the old tree, he smiled.
Then he led her into the house.
“Have you had your talk already?” asked Mrs. Withery pleasantly.
“We've settled everything,” said Doane. “We're going to be married.”
“Very soon,” said Hui Fei.