She whispered again--'Maynard, did you see the dagger ?' He followed his first impulse in answering her, and it was a wise one.
'Yes,' he whispered, 'I found it in your pocket, and put it back again in the cabinet.' He took her hand in his and held it gently, awaiting what she would say next.

His heart swelled so with thankfulness that she had recognized him, he could hardly repress a sob.

Gradually her eyes became softer and less intense in their gaze.

The tears were slowly gathering, and presently some large hot drops rolled down her cheek.

Then the flood-gates were opened, and the heart-easing stream gushed forth; deep sobs came; and for nearly an hour she lay without speaking, while the heavy icy pressure that withheld her misery from utterance was thus melting away.