A lamp was burning in the library, and I recognized the arm-chair which Rattray had drawn thence for me on the night of our dinner--the very night before! I led Eva back into the room, and I closed both doors.

I supported my poor girl to the chair, and once more I knelt before her and took her hands in mine.

My great hour was come at last: surely a happy omen that it was also the hour before the dawn.
"Cry your fill, my darling," I whispered, with the tears in my own voice.

"You shall never have anything more to cry for in this world! God has been very good to us.

He brought you to me, and me to you.