In that passing flash he had read the light in her eyes, a light that he knew was only for him, but in the instant of supreme revelation he would take no advantage.

The manner as well as the spirit of the young crusader was upon him.
He knelt before her and taking one of her gloved hands in his kissed it.
"Yes, dearest Julie," he said, "by some singular fortune or chance, or rather, I should call it, the will of God, I was chosen to bring you here, and I glory because I have fulfilled the trust." [Illustration: "'You! You! Is it really you ?' she cried"] Suzanne, tall and dark, stood looking down at them.

Her grim features which relaxed so rarely relaxed now and her eyes were soft.

The young stranger from beyond the seas had proved after all that he was a man among men, and no Frenchwoman could resist a romance so strong and true in the face of all that war could do.
John felt Julie's hand trembling in his, but she did not draw it away.
Her lashes were lowered a little now, but her gaze still rested upon him, soft yet confident and powerful.

He had believed in her courage.