He was sitting with his legs crossed, the will held over his knee.
'I am sorry you have this trial,' she continued, 'deeply sorry.

But you have won, I know you have won!' He turned his eyes in a direction away from her, hesitated, rose.
'Get your things on.' He was going to the door.
'Richard!' She held her hand for the parchment.
'You can't trust me to the bottom of the stairs ?' he asked bitterly.
She all but laughed with glad confidence.
'Oh, I will trust you!'.