If ever events had justified an impulse, his impulse, he felt, had been justified.

He stole a glance at Desire as she sat in pleasant silence gazing into the sunset.

She was happier already, and younger.

Something of that hard maturity was fading from her eyes--the tiny dented corners of her lips were softer....

Oh, undoubtedly he had done the right thing! And everything had run so smoothly.