And I--John Aldous, I could not fight his last wish as he lay dying before my eyes.

We were married there at his bedside.
He joined our hands.

And the words he whispered to me last of all were: 'Remember--Joanne--thy promise and thine honour!'" For a moment Joanne stood facing the little lake, and when she spoke again there was a note of thankfulness, of subdued joy and triumph, in her voice.
"Before that day had ended I had displeased Mortimer FitzHugh," she said, and Aldous saw the fingers of her hands close tightly.

"I told him that until a month had passed I would not live with him as a wife lives with her husband.

And he was displeased.