And then as she knelt there, all at once she felt an arm, strong, heavy even, laid upon her. She raised her head and looked--for the first time--direct into her husband's eyes. "I knew--" began Jadwin. "I thought--Dear, I understand, I understand." He said no more than that. But suddenly Laura knew that he, Jadwin, her husband, did "understand," and she discovered, too, in that moment just what it meant to be completely, thoroughly understood--understood without chance of misapprehension, without shadow of doubt; understood to her heart's heart. And with the knowledge a new feeling was born within her. No woman, not her dearest friend; not even Page had ever seemed so close to her as did her husband now. How could she be unhappy henceforward? The future was already brightening. Suddenly she threw both arms around his neck, and drawing his face down to her, kissed him again and again, and pressed her wet cheek to his--tear-stained like her own. "It's going to be all right, dear," he said, as she stood from him, though still holding his hand. "It's going to be all right." "Yes, yes, all right, all right," she assented. "I never seemed to realise it till this minute. From the first I must have loved you without knowing it. And I've been cold and hard to you, and now I'm sorry, sorry. You were wrong, remember that time in the library, when you said I was undemonstrative. I'm not. I love you dearly, dearly, and never for once, for one little moment, am I ever going to allow you to forget it." Suddenly, as Jadwin recalled the incident of which she spoke, an idea occurred to him. "Oh, our bargain--remember? You didn't forget after all." "I did. I did," she cried. "I did forget it. That's the very sweetest thing about it." VI The months passed. Soon three years had gone by, and the third winter since the ceremony in St. James' Church drew to its close.