I see a chance of despair, of wretchedness...or I see a chance of bliss, what bliss!... Can it be there's no chance of it?" he murmured with his lips; but she heard.

She strained every effort of her mind to say what ought to be said.

But instead of that she let her eyes rest on him, full of love, and made no answer.

"It's come!" he thought in ecstasy.