But all's well that ends well....

Helen, did you wake up to-day ?" She dropped her eyes, not caring to meet the questioning gaze upon her.
"Maybe--a little," she replied, and she covered her face with her hands.
Remembrance of his questions--of his assurance that she did not know the real meaning of life--of her stubborn antagonism--made her somehow ashamed.

But it was not for long.
"The chase was great," she said.

"I did not know myself.

You were right." "In how many ways did you find me right ?" he asked.
"I think all--but one," she replied, with a laugh and a shudder.