She came back and stood over him with a silent sense of possession which made that moment one of the happiest of her life.

She remembered it in after years, and the complex feelings of utter happiness and complete misery that filled it.
At last a fluttering moth gave the excuse her heart longed for, and her fingers rested for a moment, light as the moth itself, on his hair.

There was something in the touch which made him open his eyes--uncomprehending at first, and then filled with a sudden life.
"Ah!" he said, "you--you at last!" He took her hand in both of his.

He was weakened by illness and a great fatigue.

Perhaps he was off his guard, or only half awake.
"I never should have got better if you had not come," he said.