And as she drew him forward, they moved as one being, not two.

“No, you don’t understand, thank God. But I will teach you something you never knew. Love is not only blind, dearest; he is a greedy, selfish little god.”

Then she laughed happily, holding him at arm’s-length and looking in his eyes. “I know it. I know it. I found it out all by myself. Didn’t I tell you in my letter? Oh, David, so was I!” She drew him to her again and nestled her face in his bosom. “I was jealous of our little son. I wanted you, David — Oh! I wanted you.” At last came the tears, the blessed human tears which she had held back so long. But now they did no harm except to drench her husband’s gray tie, and they brought a lovely flush to her face. “I can’t