"Why, you haven't begun yet to realise what it means--what it will bring to you." Once more she set her hands upon his shoulders.

Her eyes, which a moment before had looked so longingly into his, drooped for a moment.
"Dear," she begged, "you won't ever be sorry, will you, and--does this sound selfish, I wonder ?--you won't mind waiting ?" He smiled down at her.
"I shall never be sorry," he declared firmly.

"I shall always bless this night and the impulse that brought you here.

And as to waiting," he went on, "well, I have had four years of waiting without any particular hope, even of seeing you again.

I think that with hope I can hold out a little longer." He went over to the telephone and spoke for a few moments.