"Nevertheless you did not feel you were ridiculous, when you thought you could marry me!"
"I was a fool. My wanting you was all the sense I had. The strange thing was, from the beginning you were my guide, and I tried to use your rules. When I lost the men in Africa, I went back to look for them because I felt you would have me go. I was accountable, the job was mine, but I would not have known this had I not known you. It was like that before and afterwards----"
Betty was moved, but she thought Kit was not altogether just to himself.
His honesty was instinctive, and he paid his debts.
"But that"s not all," he resumed. "At Liverpool you sometimes puzzled me. You saw and followed a light I did not. Once when I talked about climbing above the crowd, you said perhaps one need not climb. One ought to stop at one"s proper level, and try to make things better. Well, when the Spaniards offered me a good post, I remembered. I"d had enough of shabby ambitions and knew my level. In fact, so to speak, the light was breaking."
He was quiet for a few moments and looked about, knitting his brows. The surf was louder, the sky was red, and the mists glimmered, as if a glow shone through. Betty waited and said nothing. She had waited long, but Kit had returned to her.
"I was a fool," he broke out. "But you know all, dear, and are very kind. Somehow I think you will take me back."
Betty gave him a gentle smile. "It looks as if I had never quite let you go."
Kit took her in his arms and when he looked up a warm beam touched them and moved across the deck. The mists were rolling back, day had broken and all ahead was bright.