"Oh, I can't bear it! Oh, Peter, Peter, my boy, my poor boy!" The doctor, with a swift and noiseless movement, turned the handle of the window next him, and let himself out on to the terrace.
When John looked up he was already gone.

Lady Mary did not hear the slight sound.
"Oh, John," she said, "my boy's come home--but--but--" "I know," John said, very tenderly.
"I was afraid of breaking down before them all," she whispered.

"Peter was afraid I should break down, and I felt my weakness, and came away." "To me," said John.
His heart beat strongly.

He drew her more closely into his arms, deeply conscious that he held thus, for the first time, all he loved best in the world.
"To you," said poor Lady Mary, very simply; as though aware only of the rest and support that refuge offered, and not of all of its strangeness.

"Alas! it has grown so natural to come to _you_ now." "It will grow more natural every day," said John.
She shook her head.