"I don't hate you, my dear," she said.

"I am sorry for Arthur--and, oh, so sorry for You!" He caught her in his arms.

His gratitude, his repentance, his silent farewell were all expressed in a last kiss.

It was a moment, never to be forgotten to the end of their lives.

Before she could speak, before she could think, he had left her.
She called him back, through the open door.