"Did you say here?" she murmured softly.
He looked at her incredulously. Her eyes were bent upon the ground. There was something in her face which made Mr. Sabin forget the great failure of his life, his broken dreams, his everlasting exile. He whispered her name, and his voice trembled with a pa.s.sion which for once was his master.
"Lucile," he cried. "It is true that you--forgive me?"
And she gave him her hand. "It is true," she whispered.
THE END.