Her eyes followed him, and suddenly she rose and flew to his arms again.
"I will not weep--I will not weep," said she, brokenly.

Again he held her to his breast.
"Though you get fame and glory, forget not love," she whispered.
"Dear one," he exclaimed, kissing her, "this hour shall be in every day of my life." "But with adventures and battles and the praise of kings it is so easy to forget." "But with one so noble and so beautiful at home it will be easy to remember.

Let us be brave.

I am only a woman myself to-day.

Help me to be a man." He led her again to the cushions, and she sat as before--a picture, now, beyond all art, sublime indeed with love and sorrow and trustfulness and repression.