Young, still--she was now but five-and-twenty, and Gabriel only twenty-eight--she walked like a goddess, lithe, strong and filled with overflowing vigor.

Her eyes glowed with noble enthusiasms; and every thought, every impulse and endeavor now was upward, onward, filled with stimulus and hope and courage.
Thus, a braver, broader and more splendid woman than Gabriel had known in the other days of his first love for her--the days when he had wished her penniless, the days when her prospective millions stood between them--she walked beside him now.

And they two, comrades, understood each other; spoke the same language, shared the same aspirations, dreamed the same wondrous dreams.

Their smile, as their eyes met, was in itself a benediction and a warm caress.
"Charge the forts!" Gabriel repeated.

"Yes, Kate, the battle still goes on, no matter what happens.