They were ushered into the sick-room, and the door closed on them; and they remained there for nearly half an hour; for the injured man had recovered something of his old strength, as if a burden had been lifted from his shoulders, and he was able to hear the story of Derrick's identity and to speak a few words of relief and satisfaction.
When they left the room both Derrick and his father were much moved, and they went down the stairs in silence.

Derrick stopped as they reached the hall, and again looked round him.
"You will find her in there," said his father, nodding towards the library; and Derrick, with a sudden flush and a brightening of the eyes, knocked at the door.
The voice that said, "Come in," made his heart leap.

He turned the handle of the door and entered.

Celia had heard his voice in the hall, was expecting him; she was standing by the table, her hand pressed on it, her face pale but her eyes glowing with the ineffable light of love.
"Sydney!" she murmured, all her heart in her voice.
He took her in his arms and, for a moment, there was silence; then she raised her head and whispered, "It is all right, Sydney ?" "It is all right," he responded.

"I am here, as you see; I am acquitted; all is well.