She knew that he loved her--that was sufficient; the rest would be easier now.

Sacrifice, all, would be easier.

To part, yes, and for evermore; but to know that she had been truly loved--who could rob her of that?
"See," she said lightly, "your people are waiting--and there, why, there is my cousin Lacey.

Tom, oh, Cousin Tom!" she called eagerly.
Lacey rode down on them.

"I swan, but I'm glad," he said, as he dropped from his horse.