She had a little basket of fruit in her hand, she was most fittingly gowned, and she looked exquisitely lovely.

As soon as John saw her, he ran down the steps to meet her, and she put her hand in his and he kissed it.

Then they went to the breakfast-table together.
The truce was too sweet to be broken and John took the comfort offered with gratitude.

Jane was in her most charming mood, she waited on him as lord and lover of the home, found him the delicacies he liked, and gave with every one that primordial touch of loving and oneness which is the very heaven of marriage.

She answered his words of affection with radiant smiles and anon began to talk of the Club balloting.