And, indeed, a new light had floated into her little orbit.

Was it too bright as yet for her to see it for what it was?
It flooded everything about her, and bathed the world in other hues than the old time.
Disaster had followed on disaster in the days that had just gone by, but nevertheless--she knew not how--it was not all gloom in her heart.
In the waking hours of the night there was more than the memory of the late events in her mind; her dreams were not all nightmares; and in the morning, when the swift recoil of sad thoughts rushed in at her first awakening, a sentiment of indefinite solace came close behind it.

What was it that was coming to pass?
It was love that was now dawning upon her, though still vague and indeterminate; it hardly knew its object.
Willy Ray took note of this change in the girl, and thought he understood it.

He accepted it as the one remaining gleam of hope and happiness for both of them amid the prevailing gloom.

Rotha avoided the searching light of his glances.