At last they drew apart from one another, though Peter's arms still held her, but only tenderly as for the last time.
"This is good-bye, dearest of all," he said presently.
"Yes," she answered gravely.

"I know." "Heart's beloved, try not to be too sad," he went on.

"Try to find happiness in other things.

We can never be together--never be more than friends, but I shall be your lover always--always, Nan--through this world into the next." Her hand stole into his.
"As I yours, Peter." It was as though some solemn pledge had passed between them--a spiritual troth which nothing in this world could either touch or tarnish.

Neither Peter's marriage nor the rash promise Nan had given to Roger could impinge on it.