In that instant she had conquered herself, had trodden, smiling and confident, over the awakened memories of the past.
After the curtain had fallen--fallen and lifted, again and again, to permit of her standing in the glare, smiling happily, and kissing her hands toward the enthusiastic multitude--he passed out with the others, still partially dazed, his mind remaining undecided, irresolute.

With the cool night air fanning his cheeks as their car rolled southward, clearer consciousness came back, bringing with it firmer resolve.

She had not wanted him; in all those years there had not come from her a single word.

Now, on this night of her triumph, in the midst of family rejoicing, he had no part.

It had all been a mistake, a most unhappy mistake, yet he would do now everything in his power to remedy it.