"I'll come in a moment." She watched him go in his slow, strong fashion; then for a few still seconds she stood quite tense with hands tightly gripped together.

What passed within her during those moments only her own heart ever knew, how much of longing, how much of regret, how much of earnest, quivering hope.
She followed him almost at once as she had promised.
The parlour door was open.

She came to it in her light, impetuous way.
She halted on the threshold.
"Jeff!" she said.

"Come here!" She reached out her hands to him--little, nervous hands full of purpose.
She drew him close.

She raised her lips to his.