LITTLE WELLS OF GLADNESS It was dusk, and she had not seen him.

In the silent Den he stood motionless within a few feet of her, so amazed to find that Grizel really loved him that for the moment self was blotted out of his mind.
He remembered he was there only when he heard his heavy breathing, and then he tried to check it that he might steal away undiscovered.
Divers emotions fought for the possession of him.

He was in the meeting of many waters, each capable of whirling him where it chose, but two only imperious: the one the fierce joy of being loved; the other an agonizing remorse.

He would fain have stolen away to think this tremendous thing over, but it tossed him forward.

"Grizel," he said in a husky whisper, "Grizel!" She did not start; she was scarcely surprised to hear his voice: she had been talking to him, and he had answered.