"Oh, Hartley, my dear, dear husband! A desert island, with you, would be a paradise; a paradise, without you, a weary desert! Say the words again.

Call me 'darling!'" And she let her head fall upon his bosom.
"God bless you!" he said, laying his hand upon her head.

He was awake and clearly conscious of place and position.

His voice was distinct, but tremulous and solemn.

"God bless you, Irene, my wife!" "And make me worthy of your love," she responded faintly.
"Mutually worthy of each other," said he.