ure it was true, and no dream. It was India.
I had told him all, don't you see? And I got him to repeat it, and
then it all came back--all at once, the moment I saw it was _you_, my
darling--you yourself! It all became quite easy then. It was _us_--you
and me! I know it now--I know it now!"

"But, dearest, what made you see that it was us?"

"Why, of course, because of the name! He told me all I had told him
from the beginning in German. We always spoke German. He could not
remember your first name, but he remembered your mother's--it had
stayed in his mind--because of the German word _Nachtigall_ being so
nearly the same. As he said the word my mind got a frightful twist,
and I thought I was mad. I did, indeed, my dearest love--raving mad!"

"And then you knew it?"

"And then I knew it. I nearly fainted clean off, and he went for
brandy; but I came round, and the dear old boy saw me to this door
here. It has all only just happened." He remained silent again for
a little space, holding her hand, and then said suddenly: "It _has_
happened, has it not? Is it all true, or am I dreaming?"

"Be patient, darling. It is all true--at least, I think so. It is all
true if it is like this, because remember, dear, you have told me
almost nothing.... I only know that it has come back to you that I am
Rosey and that you are Gerry--the old Rosey and Gerry long ago in
India...." She broke down over her own words, as her tears, a relief
in themselves, came freely, taxing her further to keep her voice under
for Sally's sake. It was only for a moment; then she seemed to brush
them aside in an effort of self-mastery, and again began, dropping her
voice even lower. "It is all true if it is like this. I came out to
marry you in India ... my darling!... and a terrible thing happened
to me on the way ... the story you know more of now than I could tell
you then ... for how _could_ I tell it ... think?..."

Her husband started up from her side gasping, beating his head like
a madman. She was in terror lest she had done wrong in her speech.
"Gerry, Gerry!" she appealed to him in a scarcely raised voice, "think
of Sally!" She rose and went to him, repeating, "Think of Sally!" then
drew him back to his former place. His breath went and came heavily,
and his forehead was drenched with sweat, as in epilepsy; but the
paroxysm left him as he sank back beside her, saying only, "My God!
that miscreant!" but showing that he had heard her by the for