Their love was no longer hunger and unrest, it had gained the impassioned peace of great accepted realities.

It was married love now.

As the quiet firm hands held each other again, there seemed to be long retrospects of tried and tender intercourse in their very touch.

Their eyes held a past in them as well as a future.

There was no hurry of the emotions now, no reason for haste in the seeking and giving of tenderness, no need to snatch and clutch the good gifts of love as though there was but a short day for the giving.