"Yes--we." "You cannot mean _that?_" "I do. I have thought it all over, and I do." Holding me at arm's length, his eyes questioned my inmost soul. "Tell me the truth. It is not pity--not merely pity, Theodora?" "Ah, no, no!" Without another word--the first crisis was past--everything which made our misery a divided misery.--He opened his arms and took me once more into my own place--where alone I ever really rested, or wish to rest until I die. Max had been very ill, he told me, for days, and now seemed both in body and mind as feeble as a child. For me, my childishness or girlishness, with its ignorance and weakness, was gone for evermore. I have thought since, that in all women's deepest loves, be they ever so full of reverence, there enters sometimes much of the motherly element, even as on this day I felt as if I were somehow or other in charge of Max, and a great deal older than he. I fetched a glass of water, and made him drink it--bathed his poor temples and wiped them with my handkerchief--persuaded him to lean back quietly and not speak another word for ever so long. But more than once, and while his head lay on my shoulder, I thought of his mother, my mother who might have been--and how, though she had left him so many years, she must, if she knew of all he had suffered, be glad to know there was at last one woman found who would, did Heaven permit, watch over him through life, with the double love of both wife and mother, and who, in any case, would be faithful to him till death. Faithful till death. Yes,--I here renewed that vow, and had Harry himself come and stood before me, I should have done the same. Look you, any one who after my death may read this;--there are two kinds of love, one, eager only to get its desire, careless of all risks and costs, in defiance almost of Heaven and earth; the other, which in its most desperate longing has strength to say, "If it be right and for our good--if it be according to the will of God." This only, I think, is the true and consecrated love, which therefore is able to be faithful till death. Max and I never once spoke about whether or not we should be married--we left all that in Higher hands. We only felt we should always be true to one another--and that, being what we were, and loving as we did, God himself could not will that any human will or human justice should put us asunder. This being clear, we set ourselves to meet what was before us. I told him poor Harry's history, so far as I knew it myself; afterwards we began to consider how best the truth could be broken to my father. And here let me confess something, which Max has long forgiven, but which I can yet hardly forgive myself. Max said, "And when your father is told, he shall decide what next is to be." "How do you mean?" I cried. "If he requires atonement, he must have it, even at the hands of the law."