His face was just as white as before, but his eyes had lost that terrible look of unshed tears, which had sent her back, at his bidding, without a word of question or remonstrance.

A wonderful light now shone in them; a light of adoration, which touched Jane's heart because she had never before seen anything quite like it.

She smiled as she came slowly down the steps, and held out both hands to him with an unconscious movement of gracious friendliness.

Garth stepped close to the bottom of the staircase and took them in his, while she was still on the step above him.
For a moment he did not speak.

Then in a low voice, vibrant with emotion: "My God!" he said, "Oh, my God!" "Hush," said Jane; "I never like to hear that name spoken lightly, Dal." "Spoken lightly!" he exclaimed.