"Oh! my Beloved--And you deemed that this would part us, this long-past ugly thing! Foolish one!--You do not know how much I love you! Far beyond any of the earthly things. Darling, I honour your brave courage. I worship your truth. You shall come to me and be my adored wife, and the mistress of my home. Katherine, heart of me, whisper that all sorrows are over, and let us enter heaven together and forget all else." But Katherine, overwrought with emotion, lay there against his breast, limp and white. She was beyond speech, only her spirit cried out in thankfulness to God for having given her the strength to tell the truth. Joys kills not--and soon under her lover's fond caresses, warm life rushed back to her. And thus in the evening glory of sunset they found content. For the one sublime thing in this sad, mad world is LOVE. CHAPTER XXXIII It was more than a month since, in the late July of 1914, the joy bells had rung out on all the Duke's estates for the birth of the heir, the infant Marquis of Valfreyne. And it was just a year since Katherine had become his Duchess! And what a year in a woman's life! Days and weeks and months of happiness, of ever-increasing understanding and companionship, with one whose every action and thought inspired respect and love. The bond between the two had grown always more deep, more sacred, as the days went on, and as Katherine said one morning fondly: "Mordryn, we are just like _Rochester_ and _Jane Eyre_, not modern people, because we never want to be away from one another for a minute--only, thank God, you are not blind." Theirs was a real marriage, and Lady Garribardine was fully content. She took personal pride in the manner in which her protégé fulfilled the rôle of Duchess, and she rejoiced to see her old love in the midst of such bliss. For their union was divine and complete, and the coming of the baby Valfreyne had been the crowning joy. It was a continual source of delight to the Duke to watch Katherine, and to know how absolutely his belief in her had been justified. To watch and to note with what supreme dignity she carried out the duties of his great state. And as each occasion came when some special effort was required, after it was over she would rush into his arms, and caress him, and ask to be petted, and told that he was satisfied, and that his beggar Duchess had pleased him and done all that he would wish! The year of perfect happiness and gratified ambition had moulded Katherine into a new and noble being, in whom graciousness and sweetness and gentleness enhanced all her old charms. She continued to make Lady Garribardine her model for everything.