ught of her in moments of trouble. I have recovered
her as I never had hoped to do in Mr. Bentley. Isn't it strange," she
exclaimed wonderingly, "that he should have come into both our lives,
with such an influence, at this time?"

"And then I met you, talked to you that afternoon in the garden. Shall I
make a complete confession? I wrote to Jennings Howe that very week that
I could not marry him."

"You knew!" Hodder exclaimed: "You knew then?"

"Ah, I can't tell what I knew--or when. I knew, after I had seen you,
that I couldn't marry him! Isn't that enough?"

He drew in his breath deeply.

"I should be less than a man if I refused to take you, Alison. And--no
matter what happens, I can and will find some honest work to support
you. But oh, my dear, when I think of it, the nobility and generosity of
what you have done appalls me."

"No, no!" she protested, "you mustn't say that! I needed you more than
you need me. And haven't we both discovered the world, and renounced it?
I can at least go so far as to say that, with all my heart. And isn't
marriage truer and higher when man and wife start with difficulties
and problems to solve together? It is that thought that brings me the
greatest joy, that I may be able to help you.... Didn't you need me,
just a little?"

"Now that I have you, I am unable to think of the emptiness which might
have been. You came to me, like Beatrice, when I had lost my way in the
darkness of the wood. And like Beatrice, you showed me the path, and
hell and heaven."

"Oh, you would have found the path without me. I cannot claim that.
I saw from the first that you were destined to find it. And, unlike
Beatrice, I too was lost, and it was you who lifted me up. You mustn't
idealize me."... She stood up. "Come!" she said. He too stood, gazing at
her, and she lifted her hands to his shoulders.... They moved out from
under the tree and walked for a while in silence across the dew-drenched
grass, towards Park Street. The moon, which had ridden over a great
space in the sky, hung red above the blackness of the forest to the
west.

"Do you remember when we were here together, the day I met Mr. Bentley?
And you never would have spoken!"

"How could I, Alison?" he asked.

"No, you couldn't. And yet--you would have let me go!"

He put his arm in hers, and drew her towards him.

"I must talk to your father," he said, "some day--soon. I ought to tell
him--of our intentions. We cannot go on lik