He had been so passionately anxious that she should know that he was on the island, near her, ready to serve her; but now, save for his alarm and anxiety about her, he felt a shy, profound gratitude that the hour had fallen as it had fallen.

Whatever was to come, this nearness to her would be his to remember and possess.

It had been his supreme hour.

Whether she had recognized him in that moment on the road, whether she ever knew what had happened made, he thought, no difference.

But if she was to open her eyes as they reached the border of the park, and if she was to know that it was like this that the genie had come out of the jar--the mere notion made him giddy, and he saw that Heaven may have little inner Heaven-courts which one is never too happy to penetrate.
But Olivia did not stir or unclose her eyes.