She went with outstretched arms to meet her husband.

Dare and Luis were with him.
They were black with the smoke of battle.

Their clothing was torn and bloodstained; the awful light of the fierce struggle was still upon their faces.

But they walked like heroes, and the glory of the deeds they had done crowned with its humanity, made them appear to the women that loved them but a little lower than the angels.
Doctor Worth held his wife close to his heart and kissed her tears of joy away, and murmured upon her lips the tenderest words a woman ever hears--the words a man never perfectly learns till he has loved his wife through a quarter of a century of change, and sorrow, and anxiety.
And what could Antonia give Dare but the embrace, the kiss, the sweet whispers of love and pride, which were the spontaneous outcome of both hearts?
There was a moment's hesitation on the part of Luis and Isabel.

The traditions of caste and country, the social bonds of centuries, held them.