What sight of horror she expected to find in the library she did not know, but the shock of revulsion, when the opened door showed her nothing more terrible than Jim, musing in the firelight, was almost as bad as a fright could have been. "Oh, Jim!" she panted, coming in, one hand pressed against her heart, "I thought something--I got frightened!" Jim looked up with his old, tender, whimsical smile, the smile for which she had hungered so long, and held out a reassuring hand. "Why, no, you poor kid!" he said. "I've been sitting right here!" "I thought--and it was so still--and you didn't come up!" Julia said, beginning to sob. And in a moment she was in his arms, clinging to him in an ecstasy of love and relief. For a long blissful time they remained so, the soft curve of Julia's cheek against Jim's face, her heart beating quick above his own, her warm little figure, in its loose, soft robe, gathered closely to him. "Feeling better now, old lady?" "Oh, fine!" But Julia's face quivered with tears again at the tone. "Well, then, what's this for?" He showed her a drop on the back of his hand. "Be--because I love you so, Jim!" "Well, you needn't cry over it!" said Jim gently. "I'm the one that ought to do the crying, Judy," he added, with a significant glance at her lovely flushed face and tear-bright blue eyes. Julia leaned against him with a long, happy sigh. "Oh, I'm so glad I came down!" she breathed contentedly. "'Glad!'" Jim echoed soberly. "God! You don't know what it meant to me to look up and see my little Geisha coming in. I was going crazy, I think!" "Ah, Jimmy, why do you?" she coaxed, one slender arm about his neck. "I don't know," he said thoughtfully. "Made that way, I guess!" For a while they were silent again, then Julia said softly: "After all, nothing matters as long as we love each other!" "No, no! You're right, Julie," he agreed seriously. "That's the only thing that counts. And you do love me, don't you?" "Love you!" Julia said, with a shaky laugh. "I get crazy notions. I nearly go mad, sometimes," Jim confessed. "I get to brooding--I know how rotten it is!" He fell silent, staring into the fire. "Happy?" he asked presently, glancing down at her as she rested quietly in his arms. "Oh, _happy_!" Julia said, a break in her voice. "I wish I could die here, Jim. I wish I could go to sleep here and never wake up!" "Like me as much as that baby, eh?" he asked, in a peculiar tone. Julia sat up to face him, her cheeks bright under loosening films of hair, her eyes starry in the firelight. "Jimmy, you couldn't be jealous of your own baby?" "Oh, couldn't I? I can be jealous of anything and everything, sometimes." He fixed troubled eyes on the fire. "I've been unhappy, Julie," he confessed.