“And I came here,” she went on, courageously, “because, in a house where Love—had lived, I thought there might be some—for—”
Her voice trailed off into an indistinct murmur. “Rose,” cried Allison, “couldn’t you give me just what I had before? Couldn’t we go back, and never mind the other man?”
“There’s never any going back,” she answered, in a whisper. Her heart was beating wildly because he was so near. “And did I say—are you sure I said—another man?”
“Rose! Rose! Look at me! Tell me, for God’s sake, who he was—or is. I can’t bear it!”
She turned toward him. “Look,” she said, softly. “Look in my face and see.”
For a tense instant he hesitated. Then, with a little cry of joy, he clasped her close forever, having seen his own face mirrored in her happy eyes.