And I wasn't sure that you really cared anything about me; and how could I have asked you when I hadn't a dollar in the world ?" "There are other things to give a woman besides dollars, Justin." "Are there?
Well, you shall have them all, every one of them, Nancy, if you can make up your mind to do without the dollars; for dollars seem to be just what I can't manage." Her hand was in his by this time, and they were sitting side by side in the cushionless, carpetless Wentworth pew.

The door stood open; the winter moon shone in upon them.

That it was beginning to grow cold in the church passed unnoticed.

The grasp of the woman's hand seemed to give the man new hope and courage, and Justin's warm, confiding, pleading pressure brought balm to Nancy, balm and healing for the wounds her pride had suffered; joy, too, half-conscious still, that her life need not be lived to the end in unfruitful solitude.

She had waited, "as some grey lake lies, full and smooth, awaiting the star below the twilight." Justin Peabody might have been no other woman's star, but he was Nancy's! "Just you sitting beside me here makes me feel as if I'd been asleep or dead all these years, and just born over again," said Justin.