Dorian caught her.

Tears, long pent up, save in her own lonely hours, now broke as a torrent from her eyes, and her body shook in sobs.
Gone was her reserve now, her holding him away, her power of resistance.
She lay supinely in his arms, and he held her close.

O, how good it was to cry thus! O, what a haven of rest! Would the tears and sobs never cease ?...

The sun was down, the color faded from the sky, a big shadow enveloped the earth.
Then when she became quieter, she freed her arms, reached up and clasped her hands behind his neck, clinging to him as if she never wanted to leave him.

Neither could speak.