Then, as his own caught them, almost crushed them: "Oh, it was _your_ letter that ended all for me, Louis! It settled every doubt I had.

I _knew_ then--you darling!" She bent and touched his hands with her lips, then lifted her sweet, untroubled gaze to his: "I had been away from you so long, so long.

And the time was approaching for me to decide, and I didn't know what was best for us, any more than when I went away.

And _then_!--your letter came!" She shook her head, slowly: "I don't know what I might have decided if you never had written that letter to me; probably I would have come back to you anyway.

I think so; I can't think of my doing anything else: though I _might_ have decided--against myself.