Then a man stepped quickly out of one of the last coaches, and by his bigness and the red of his hair, she knew that it was O'Hara.

At the first sight of him the panic died suddenly in her heart, and the old peace, the old sense of security and protection swept over her.

Her face, which had been lowered, was lifted like a flower that revives, and her feet, which had stumbled, became the swift, flying feet of a girl.
It was as if both her spirit and her body sprang toward him.
At the sound of his name, he turned and stood motionless, as if hardly believing his vision.
"I came back because I couldn't help it," she said.
But he was always hard to convince, and he waited now, still transfixed, still incredulous.
"I came back because I wanted you more than anything else," she added.
"You came back to me ?" he asked, slowly, as if doubting her.
"I came back to you.

I wanted you," she repeated, and her voice did not quaver, her eyes did not drop from his questioning gaze.

It was all so simple at last; it was all as natural as the joyous beating of her heart.
"And you'll marry me now--to-night ?" It was the ultimate test, she knew, the test not only of her love for O'Hara, but of her strength, her firmness, her courage, and of her belief in life.