He knocked.

Slowly she opened it.
"John----" "I have told them, dear," he whispered happily.

"They understand.

And, Joanne, Paul Blackton will be back in ten minutes--with the minister.

Are you glad ?" She had opened the door wide, and he was heading out his arms to her again.
For a moment she did not move, but stood there trembling a little, and deeper and sweeter grew the colour in her face, and tenderer the look in her eyes.
"I must brush my hair," she answered, as though she could think of no other words.