Why not?
Other women expected it, and heard all they desired, well or ill spoken, according to the man's eloquence, but always well according to their own hearts.

Surely he must say something also.

He must tell her how he had dreamed of this instant, how her white shade had visited and soothed his dismal hours--and the rest.

As he thought what he should say, love's phrase-book turned to a grim and fearful blasphemy in his own inner ears.

But she expected it, of course, and he must speak, when he would have given the life he had to save her from himself and to save himself from the last fall, below which there could be no falling.