They have all of them--Mildred, Tresham, and Mertoun--sinned as it were by error.

Death unites them in righteousness, loveliness and love.

A fierce, swift storm sweeps out of a clear heaven upon them, destroys them, and saves them.

It is all over in three days.

They are fortunate; their love deserved that the ruin should be brief, and the reparation be transferred, in a moment, to the grave justice of eternity.
The first two acts bear no comparison with the third.