Why shouldn't we?
We may forget even to hate." Dominey staggered to his feet, walked to a window, threw it open and leaned out for a moment.

Then he closed it and came back.

This new element in the situation had been a shock to him.

All the time she was watching him composedly.
"Well ?" she asked, with a strange little smile.

"What do you say?
Would you like to hold as a wife's the hand which frightened you so last night ?" She held it out to him, soft and warm.