A new feeling was upon her.

She gave him her hand almost shyly.

Her voice trembled.
"If I come," she whispered, "you are quite sure that you mean it all?
You are quite sure that you will not change ?" He raised her hand to his lips.
"Not in this world, dear," he answered, with sublime confidence, "nor any other!" She stole away from him.

He was left alone upon the terrace, alone, but with the exquisite conviction of her return, promised in that last half-tremulous, half-smiling look over her shoulder.

Then suddenly life seemed to come to him with a rush, a new life, filled with a new splendour.