I have found you, my one dear love, and I will never leave you more." Halcyone shook her head sadly, and asked him to listen to her side.

And when he knew that her leaving La Sarthe Chase had been brought about because of his letter to Cheiron having been posted from London, so that she hoped to find him there, it added to his pain to feel that, even in this small turn of events, his action had been the motive force.
But, as she went on, her pure and exquisite love and perfect faith shining through it all seemed to draw his soul out of the mire in which it had lain.

And at last they knew each other's stories and were face to face with the fateful moment of to-day, and he exclaimed gladly: "My darling, now nothing else matters--we will never, never part again." Then, as he looked into her eyes, he saw that not gladness but a solemn depth of shadow grew there, and he clasped both her hands.

A cold agony chilled his whole being.

What, O God, was she going to say?
"John," she whispered, all the tenderness of the angels in her gentle voice as she leaned and kissed the silver threads in his dark hair.
"John, do you remember, long ago when we spoke of Jason and Medea, and you asked me the question then, Must he keep his word to her even if she were a witch ?--and I told you that was not the point at all: it was not because she was or was not a witch, but because it was _his word ?_"-- Here her voice broke, and he could hear the tears in it, and he wildly kissed her hands.