She felt that it was so, and she believed that, once being so, whatever her future might be, that communion could never be dissolved, and therefore was she happy, though she knew that his recovery meant their lifelong separation.

For though Jess, when thrown utterly off her balance, had once given her passion way, it was not a thing she meant to repeat.

She had, she knew, injured Bessie enough already in taking her future husband's heart.

That she could not help now, but she would take no more.

John should go back to her sister.
And so she sat and gazed at that sleeping man through the long watches of the night, and was happy.