She seemed the one ray of sunshine in all his trouble.

Oh, if she would only love him wholly--only throw her arms around him in the blissful spirit in which he had seen her in the little park in Chicago--how happy he would be! It would repay him; it would show him that he had not lost all.

He would not care.
"Carrie," he said, getting up once and coming over to her, "are you going to stay with me from now on ?" She looked at him quizzically, but melted with sympathy as the value of the look upon his face forced itself upon her.

It was love now, keen and strong--love enhanced by difficulty and worry.

She could not help smiling.
"Let me be everything to you from now on," he said.