With a stifled sob, he rose and ran up the path towards her.
"Grizel! it is you! My beloved! how could you leave me! Oh, Grizel, my love, how could you misunderstand me so!" She gave a glad cry.

She sought feebly to hold him at arm's length, to look at him watchfully, to read him as in the old days; but the old days were gone.

He strained her to him.

Oh, surely it was love at last! He thanked God that he loved at last..