"Then I feel that death itself cannot part us."
He wound his arms about her, and in return felt her hold upon him tighten with clinging trust; and thus for one supreme moment they stood.
"When you love, I love," she murmured; "when you waver, I waver. I am the slave of a magnetism of which you are the master."
"Hush, hush!" he gasped, assailed even with her arms about him, by the grewsome conviction which but a minute before had impelled him to call upon heaven to end his ill-starred career; "no, no! this is not magnetism! Banish the thought, dear love, and henceforth believe that it is by a special dispensation of Providence that we are once more united, never again to part!"
She nestled closer to him and laid her sweet head upon his breast in eloquent reliance.
"I believe, since you believe," she murmured.
A moment later there sounded a cautious knocking upon the door.
Morton loosened his embrace and crossed the chamber to answer the summons.
"Mr. Drummond begs Doctor Morton to join him immediately in the library upon a matter of importance," announced the servant.
Morton bowed his head in silence.