He now found himself the vilest of men, unfit for pardon.
A picture of all that his innocent wife had suffered came before him, and he gasped: "O, God, what crime is this with which my soul is stained ?" He put his hands before his face.
Antoinette divined his thoughts and sprang toward him.

She tore his hands from his face and kissed him passionately, and begged him to kiss and embrace her once more.
Belton shook his head sadly and cried: "Unworthy, unworthy." Antoinette now burst forth into weeping.
The boy said: "Papa, why don't you kiss Mama ?" Hearing the boy's voice, Belton raised his eyes, and seeing his image, which Antoinette had brought into the world, he grasped her in his arms and covered her face with kisses; and there was joy enough in those two souls to almost excite envy in the bosom of angels.
Belton was now recalled to life.

He again loved the world.

The cup of his joy was full.

He was proud of his beautiful, noble wife, proud of his promising son.