He kissed her rapturously and drew her closer and closer to his side, and he sought her eyes with that promise in his own which she knew instinctively would surround and encompass and adore her with unfailing and undying affection as long as life should last.
In a communion nigh unto heaven they spent the evening together.

John had left his letter lying on the ground where he met his white-robed wife.

He forgot it, though it was of importance, until he saw it on the ground in the morning.

He forgot everything but the miracle that had changed all his water into wine.

It seemed as if his house could not contain the joy that had come to it.