The red glowed in Carlia's lips again, and the roses in her cheeks.

The careworn look was gone from her face.

Peace had come into her heart, peace with herself, with the man she loved, and with God.
Dorian pointed out to her where the wild strawberries grew down in the valley, and where the best service berries could be found on the hills.
He told her how the singing creek had, when he was alone in the hills, echoed all his varied moods.
Then they were silent for a time, letting the contentment of their love suffice.

For now all barriers between these two were down.

There was no thought they could not share, no joy neither trouble they could not meet together.