What evil cannot be softened, what misfortune cannot be lightened to a woman by the knowledge that she is loved by the man she loves?
That where all have fled, he remains, and that neither fear of death nor word of man can keep him from her side?
He looked up in the end, and caught the look on her face, the look that a woman bestows on one man only in her life.

In a moment he was on his knees beside her, holding her hands, covering them with kisses, vowing to save her, to save her--or to die with her!.