That she cared for him with all her young heart he knew; that she had not come to love him he knew, too.

So that crowning misery of happiness was spared him.
Yet he knew, too, that there had been a chance for him; that her awakening had not been wholly impossible.

Loyal in his soul to the dread duty before him, he must abandon hope; loyal in his heart to her, he must abandon her, lest, by chance, in the calm, still happiness of their intimacy the divine moment, unheralded, flash out through the veil, dazzling, blinding them with the splendour of its truth and beauty.
And now, leaning there, his face buried in his hands, hours that he spent with her came crowding back upon him, and in his ears her voice echoed and echoed, and his hands trembled with the scented memory of her touch, and his soul quivered and cried out for her.
Storm after storm swept him; and in the tempest he abandoned reason, blinded, stunned, crouching there with head lowered and his clenched hands across his face.
But storms, given right of way, pass on and over, and tempests sweep hearts cleaner; and after a long while he lifted his bowed head and sat up, squaring his shoulders.
Presently he picked up his pipe again, held it a moment, then laid it aside.

Then he leaned forward, breathing deeply but quietly, and picked up a pen and a sheet of paper.

For the time had come for his letter to her, and he was ready.
The letter he wrote was one of those gay, cheerful, inconsequential letters which, from the very beginning of their occasional correspondence, had always been to her most welcome and delightful.
Ignoring that maturity in her with which he had lately dared to reckon, he reverted to the tone which he had taken and maintained with her before the sweetness and seriousness of their relations had deepened to an intimacy which had committed him to an avowal.
News of all sorts humorously retailed--an amusing sketch of his recent journey to Washington and its doubtful results--matters that they both were interested in, details known only to them, a little harmless gossip--these things formed the body of his letter.