He reached out his hands, but there was a different light in his eyes, and she placed her own in them confidently.
"It was like a bolt of lightning," he said, his voice free at last and trembling.

"Day and night I have been thinking of you, dreaming of you, and cursing myself because I believed I had killed you.

And now I find you alive.

And _here!_" She was so near that the hands he clasped lay against his breast.

But reason had returned to him, and he saw the folly of dreams.
"It is difficult to believe.