All the adoring love, the passion of worship, which filled his heart, rose to his eyes and shone there.

No need to conceal it now.

His hour had come at last, and he had nothing to hide from the woman he loved.
Presently she turned, wondering why he did not begin his confidences about Pauline Lister.

Looking up inquiringly, she met his eyes.
"Dal!" cried Jane, and half rose from her seat.

"Oh, Dal,--don't!" He gently pressed her back.