He laughed, and held out his arms without taking her.
"Then you have not killed my hope!" he cried.
His enthusiasm, the strength and sureness of him as he stood before her, sent the flush back into her own face.

She rose, and reached to one of his outstretched hands with her own.
"You must hope for nothing more than I have given you," she said.

"A month from to-day you will leave Adare House, and will never return." "A month!" He breathed the words as if in a dream.
"Yes, a month from to-day.

You will go off on a snowshoe journey.

You will never return, and they will think that you have died in the deep snows.