How had she played that dreadful last scene?
Had she cursed him, as she died?
No; she had died for love of him, and love would always be a sacrament to him now.

She had atoned for everything by the sacrifice she had made of her life.

He would not think any more of what she had made him go through, on that horrible night at the theatre.

When he thought of her, it would be as a wonderful tragic figure sent on to the world's stage to show the supreme reality of love.

A wonderful tragic figure?
Tears came to his eyes as he remembered her childlike look, and winsome fanciful ways, and shy tremulous grace.