She would see the face she had not seen since they stood together at the chancel step--the face from which the glad confidence slowly faded, a horror of chill disillusion taking its place.
"Anoint and cheer our soiled face With the abundance of Thy grace." She would see that dear face, and he, sightless, would not see hers, but would be easily deluded into believing her to be some one else.
The gig had turned the last bend of the road, and passed out of sight on its way to the front of the house.
Jane rose and stood waiting.

Suddenly she remembered two sentences of her conversation with Deryck.

She had said: "Shall I ever have the courage to carry it through ?" And Deryck had answered, earnestly: "If you value your own eventual happiness and his, you will." A tap came at her door.

Jane walked across the room, and opened it.
Simpson stood on the threshold.
"Dr.Mackenzie is in the library, nurse," he said, "and wishes to see you there." "Then, will you kindly take me to the library, Mr.Simpson," said Nurse Rosemary Gray..