You shall be absolutely free.

But together let us do a bit of work, a bit of service.' She looked up.

The emotion, the sweetness in her face dazzled him.
'Yes,' she said gravely--'I will stay.' He drew a long breath, and stooping over the hands she had given him, he kissed them.
Then he released her and, rising, walked away.

The portrait of Desmond had been brought back, but it stood with its face to the wall.

He went to it and turned it.