Full upon him flamed the illumined eyes that made the face a yielding radiance; lifted a little was the chin of gentle curves, the under lip caught as if in that quivering eagerness she no longer breathed--the face of Nancy, no longer wondering, Nancy at last compelled and compelling.

A moment the warm light flashed from each to each.
He stopped in a sudden bewilderment, looking blankly, questioningly at the faces about him.

Then out of the first chaos came the sense of having awakened from some long, quiet sleep--of having suddenly opened his eyes upon a world from which the morning mists had lifted, to see himself--and the woman who stood always at the end of that upward path--face to face for the first time.

One by one his outer sensations returned.

At first he heard a blurred murmuring, then he became aware that some of the men were looking at him curiously, that one of them had addressed him.