Every afternoon he left him half asleep in the sun, and rode over to see Fay.

Since she had accepted him it had become a necessity to him to see her every day.
Wentworth had long been bent to the dust under the pain of Michael's imprisonment.

Fay had been bent with anguish to the dust by the weight of her own silence which had kept him there.
And now in the twinkling of an eye they both stood erect, freed.

Life was transfigured for both at the same instant.
This marvellous moment found them both just when they were deciding mildly to love each other.

It took them and flung them together in a common overwhelming joy.