He was anxious to see what effect the incident of the night had on her.

Her appearance reassured him.

When he referred to the dream, and the manner in which she had come out into the night, a lovely confusion sent the blushes into her face.

He kissed her until they grew deeper, and she hid her face on his neck.
And then she whispered something, with her face still against his shoulder, that drove the hot blood into his own cheeks.
"You are my husband, John, and I don't suppose I should be ashamed to let you see me in my bare feet.

But, John--you have made me feel that way, and I am--your wife!" He held her head close against him so that she could not see his face.
"I wanted to show you--that I loved you--'that much," he said, scarcely knowing what words he was speaking.