'O Franklin!' she said.

He had risen as she entered, and he stood looking at her with a smile.

It seemed to receive her, to forgive, to understand.

Almost weeping, she went to him with outstretched hands, faltering, 'I am so happy, and I am so sorry, dear Franklin.

Oh, forgive me if I have hurt your life.' He looked at her, no longer smiling, very gravely, holding her hands, and she knew that he was not thinking of his life, but of hers.