“Yes, dear, always. Under a mist, but always. The mist lifted. Darling, I must tell you: that frightful immortal night ... you and Christ.... I saw you both at once together.”
“You never saw me. You do not know how I have changed.”
“You love me?”
“O my darling!”
She put his hands together: helpless she beat her hands against his hands clasped hard.
“You did not give up ... waiting, suffering?”
“I knew you would come back. I saw you, always, coming. Now I know that.”
“Then you have not changed. For you do love me, then.”
“Harry, love to survive must change.”