For Bill Warden's hand clasped hers throughout, save when Fletcher Hill took it from him for a moment to give her away.
When it was over, and they knelt together in the streaming sunshine of the morning, she felt as if they two were alone in an inner sanctuary that was filled with the Love of God.

Later, those sacred moments were the holiest memory of her life....
Then a strong arm lifted and held her.

She turned from the holy place with a faint sigh of regret, turned to meet Fletcher Hill's eyes looking at her with that in them which she was never to forget.
His voice was the first to break through the wonder-spell that bound her.
"Do you think you will ever manage to forgive me ?" he said.
She turned swiftly from the arm that encircled her, and impulsively she put her hands upon his shoulders, offering him her lips.

"Oh, I don't--know--what--to say," she said, brokenly.
He bent and gravely kissed her.

"My dear, there is nothing to be said so far as I am concerned," he said.