I know he did not come to me at once, for the darkness gathered close, and I threw out my arms to support myself in that terrible, blind, falling faintness. I do not know what he did, nor what he said, nor how long a time it was before I came to myself. When I came to myself I was seated in his chair, trembling and shaken as if by some great convulsion, with Harry at my side, chafing my hands and kneeling down to look into my face. Was it all a dream? had we never been married? never been parted? I could not tell. There was a ringing in my ears, and my eyes were dim--I saw nothing but him, close by me, and not even him distinctly, and what this new thing was, which had happened to us, I could not tell. At this time I do not think I even knew that his heart was melted as well as mine; and whether our terrible life of separation was to end or to continue, I did not ask and could not tell. For myself, I sat quite still, trembling, exhausted, yet at ease, like one who has just passed the crisis of a fever; and even when he spoke, I scarcely knew what words he said. I came to understand them at last--he was praising me in the quick revulsion of his generous heart--he had been hard to win, hard to move--he had shut himself up as obstinately as I did at first--and now that it was all over, he was giving me the praise. The praise! but I was humbled to the depths of my heart--I did not even feel it a mockery--I went back to my old, natural humbleness, and gave him all the merit for seeing any good in me. I bent my head before him like a forgiven child. "Harry," I said, "Harry! is it all over?" When he caught my look, wistful and beseeching as I know it was, Harry's composure failed him as mine had done. He was as weak as I! as glad as I! as little able to receive it quietly--for it was all over!--all over! vanished like a dream. "But you are right, Hester--I should not have left it to you--you have punished me nobly!" cried Harry, "had I done what you have done now, it might have been all over when you came home." "This is best," I said, under my breath. I knew myself better than he did--I was glad of it all now--glad of everything--glad that I had been driven desperate, and compelled to put myself right at last. I kissed my husband's hand humbly and thanked God. I had been very wrong--I had nearly cast away my own life--nearly ruined his--nearly thrown aside the best and holiest influences from my boy; but God had saved me again and again on the very edge of the stream, and now I was delivered for ever. Yes, I might fall into other follies, other sins; but at once and for ever I was delivered from the power of this.