He loosed her hands, and still smiled at her.
"The bell!" she said, with a flash of apprehension.
"But it is all well between us again ?" Her face steadied itself into loyalty and confidence.
"It is all well," she said; and again the impatient bell tingled.

"Go, Oliver; I will wait here." A minute later he was back again, with a strange look on his white face, and his lips compressed.

He came straight up to her, taking her once more by the hands, and looking steadily into her steady eyes.

In the hearts of both of them resolve and faith were holding down the emotion that was not yet dead.

He drew a long breath.
"Yes," he said in an even voice, "it is over." Her lips moved; and that deadly paleness lay on her cheeks.