He had brutally killed love--the full life of it--those months ago; but there was a deep thing working in her which was as near nobility as the human mind can feel.

Not in a long time had she neared her home with such expectation and longing.

Often on the doorstep she had shut her eyes to the light and warmth and elegance of it, because of that which she did not see.

Now, with a thrill of pleasure, she saw its doors open.

It was possible Eglington might have come home already.