“When he woke he asked me for his coat, as he wanted to get something from the pocket.  I asked Sister Agatha, and she brought all his things.  I saw amongst them was his notebook, and was was going to ask him to let me look at it, for I knew that I might find some clue to his trouble, but I suppose he must have seen my wish in my eyes, for he sent me over to the window, saying he wanted to be quite alone for a moment.

“Then he called me back, and he said to me very solemnly, ‘Wilhelmina’, I knew then that he was in deadly earnest, for he has never called me by that name since he asked me to marry him, ’You know, dear, my ideas of the trust between husband and wife.  There should be no secret, no concealment.  I have had a great shock, and when I try to think of what it is I feel my head spin round, and I do not know if it was real of the dreaming of a madman.  You know I had brain fever, and that is to be mad.  The secret is here, and I do not want to know it.  I want to take up my life here, with our marriage.’  For, my dear, we had decided to be married as soon as the formalities are complete.  ’Are you willing, Wilhelmina, to share my ignorance?  Here is the book.  Take it and keep it, read it if you will, but never let me know unless, indeed, some solemn duty should come upon me to go back to the bitter hours, asleep or awake, sane or mad, recorded here.’  He fell back exhausted, and I put the book under his pillow, and kissed him.  I have asked Sister Agatha to beg the Superior to let our wedding be this afternoon, and am waiting her reply . . .”

“She has come and told me that the Chaplain of the English mission church has been sent for.  We are to be married in an hour, or as soon after as Jonathan awakes.”

“Lucy, the time has come and gone.  I feel very solemn, but very, very happy.  Jonathan woke a little after the hour, and all was ready, and he sat up in bed, propped up with pillows.  He answered his ‘I will’ firmly and strong.  I could hardly speak.  My heart was so full that even those words seemed to choke me.

“The dear sisters were so kind.  Please, God, I shall never, never forget them, nor the grave and sweet responsibilities I have taken upon me.  I must tell you of my wedding present.  When the chaplain and the sisters had left me alone with my husband—­oh, Lucy, it is the first time I have written the words ’my husband’—­left me alone with my husband, I took the book from under his pillow, and wrapped it up in white paper, and tied it with a little bit of pale blue ribbon which was round my neck, and sealed it over the knot with sealing wax, and for my seal I used my wedding ring.  Then I kissed it and showed it to my husband, and told him that I would keep it so, and then it would be an outward and visible sign for us all our lives that we trusted each other, that I would never open it unless it were for his own dear sake or for the sake of some stern duty.  Then he took my hand in his, and oh, Lucy, it was the first time he took his wife’s hand, and said that it was the dearest thing in all the wide world, and that he would go through all the past again to win it, if need be.  The poor dear meant to have said a part of the past, but he cannot think of time yet, and I shall not wonder if at first he mixes up not only the month, but the year.