It was the only way.

"At last, Grizel," he cried, "at last!" and he put joyousness into his voice.

"It has all come right, dear one!" he cried like an ecstatic lover.

Never in his life had he tried so hard to deceive at the sacrifice of himself.

But he was fighting something as strong as the instinct of self-preservation, and his usually expressionless face gave the lie to his joyous words.