Fortunately, there was a chance that he might persuade Celia to marry him very soon; they would leave England and the past behind them.

She trusted him, would still continue to trust him; and some day, not to-morrow, as he had decided to do, he would tell her everything.
Long before ten o'clock the next morning, he was in the wood; and, as the clock struck, Celia came towards him.

As he held her in his arms, indeed, at the very first sight of her, all his doubts and difficulties fled.

At first they spoke but little; for there is no need for speech where perfect love exists.

But presently, perhaps unconsciously, Celia led him to talk of his adventures; she had heard many of them yesterday, but she wanted to hear all again; she was insatiable.