Helen, it has all come back.
Can't you realise that the clouds have lifted; can't you believe, my own dear girl, that my mind is clear again?
Look at the sunshine on the sea, dispelling the morning mists.

_In hoc signo vinces!_ You said the path of clear shining was the way to victory.

Well, I have conquered whatever it was which poisoned my brain for a while.

I am absolutely myself again now.

Can't you believe it, Helen ?" The tears were running down her cheeks.