Thus, and in these few words, although she never became altogether orthodox, or took quite the same view of such mysteries as did Godfrey, Isobel made her great recantation, for which probably there would never have been any need had she been born in different surroundings and found some other spiritual guide in youth than Mr. Knight. As the cruelties and the narrow bitterness of the world had bred unfaith in her, so did supreme love breed faith, if of an unusual sort, since she learned that without the faith her love must die, and the love she knew to be immortal. Therefore the existence of that living love presupposed all the rest, and convinced her, which in one of her obstinate nature nothing else could possibly have done, no, not if she had seen a miracle. Also this love of hers was so profound and beautiful that she felt its true origin and ultimate home must be elsewhere than on the earth. That was why she consented to be married in church, somewhat to Godfrey’s surprise. In due course, having practically recovered his health, Godfrey appeared before a Board in London which passed him as fit for service, but gave him a month’s leave. With this document he returned to Hawk’s Hall, and there showed it to Isobel. “And when the month is up?” she asked, looking at him. “Then I suppose I shall have to join my regiment, unless they send me somewhere else.” “A month is a very short time,” she went on, still looking at him and turning a little pale. “Yes, dear, but lots can happen in it, as we found out in France. For instance,” he added, with a little hesitation, “we can get married, that is, if you wish.” “You know very well, Godfrey, that I have wished it for quite ten years.” “And you know very well, Isobel, that I have wished it—well, ever since I understood what marriage was. How about to-morrow?” he exclaimed, after a pause. She laughed, and shook her head. “I believe, Godfrey, that some sort of license is necessary, and it is past post time. Also it would look scarcely decent; all these people would laugh at us. Also, as there is a good deal of property concerned, I must make some arrangements.” “What arrangements?” he asked. She laughed again. “That is my affair; you know I am a great supporter of Woman’s Rights.” “Oh! I see,” he replied vaguely, “to keep it all free from the husband’s control, &c.” “Yes, Godfrey, that’s it. What a business head you have. You should join the shipping firm after the war.” Then they settled to be married on that day week, after which Isobel suggested that he should take up his abode at the Abbey House, where the clergyman, a bachelor, would be very glad to have him as a guest. When Godfrey inquired why, she replied blandly because his room was wanted for another patient, he being now cured, and that therefore he had no right to stop there.