She raised her head and looked at him, her lovely face damp with tears, her eyes shimmering like velvety pools through their mist.

She did not speak.
She was woman now--all woman.

Her strength, the bearing which had made him think of her as a queen, the fighting tension which she had been under, were gone.

Until she looked at him through her tears her presence had been like that of some wonderful and unreal creature who held the control to his every act in the cup of her hands.

He thought no longer of himself now.