I had had enough of being married." There was a difficult silence.
"I should never have a moment's peace if--if I _did_ speak," said Fay at last.
"Yes, you would," said Magdalen with sudden intensity.

"That is where peace lies." Fay raised herself to her knees and looked into Magdalen's eyes.

The dawn had come up long ago, and in its austere light Magdalen's face showed very sharp and white in a certain tender fixity and compassion.
She had seen that look once before in her husband's dying eyes.

Now that she was suddenly brought face to face with it again she understood it for the first time.

Had not Andrea's last prayer been that she might be given peace!.