What could I do but save her from further pain?
And this could only be by showing her my faith and trust.

If she was to go back to that dreadful charnel-house, she would at least take with her the remembrance that one who loved her and whom she loved--to whom she had been lately bound in the mystery of marriage--trusted her to the full.

I loved her more than myself--more than my own soul; and I was moved by pity so great that all possible selfishness was merged in its depths.

I bowed my head before her--my Lady and my Wife--as I said: "So be it, my beloved.

I trust you to the full, even as you trust me.
And that has been proven this night, even to my own doubting heart.