She thought he smiled.
"Oh, I don"t ask to be defended or explained. I only want to say that from to-night onward I shall be starting on a new plan of life. I shall be working from the inside, and not from the outside. If I"m to do anything in this world, something must first be accomplished in me--and I"ve got to begin." He turned from his contemplation of the dim, white landscape to look down at her. "Will you help me? Will you show me how?"
It seemed to her that without having moved she was somehow nearer to his breast. She couldn"t so much as glance up at him. She could hardly speak. The words only trembled out as she said, "If I can, Thor dear."
"You can," he said, simply, "because you know."
She barely lifted her eyes. "Oh, do you think I do?"
"You"ve got the secret of it. There _is_ a secret. I see that now--a secret, just as there is to everything else that"s worth learning."
"Oh, Thor, you make me afraid--"
"Through all these dreadful months," he pursued, tranquilly, "you"ve kept us straight, and led us out, and raised us higher, not because you"re specially strong, Lois, or specially wise, but because--because you"ve got some other quality. I want you to show me what it is, so that I may have it, too. If I could get it--get just a little of it--it would seem as if Claude hadn"t--hadn"t died in vain." She was now so near his breast that he was obliged to bend his head in order to speak down to her. "You wrote me last year that you were looking for a subst.i.tute for love. Couldn"t you find it in that?"
She was so close to him that her cheek brushed the fur collar of his coat, yet she managed to keep her mind clear and to control her voice so as to ask the thing she most vitally needed to know. "And if I did, Thor--if I _could_--what should you find it in?"
"In adoration--for one thing," he said, simply.
It was such happiness that she tore herself away from it. Advancing swiftly over the light snow to a higher point of the summit, she stood for a minute poised alone against the dark sky, crowned to his eyes with a diadem of stars. Very slowly he strode after her, but even when he reached her side it was only to slip his hand into hers and gaze outward with her into the far, dim, restful s.p.a.ces.
It was she who spoke at last, timidly, and against rising tears. "Shall we go home, Thor?"
"I"m _at_ home," he said, quietly. But the quietness gave way suddenly to fierceness, as little lightning flashes yield in a few seconds to the violent magnificence of storm. Seizing her in his arms with a clasp that would have been brutal if it had not been so sweet, he whispered, "You"re home to me, Lois--you"re home to me."
"And you"re the whole wide world to me, Thor dear," she answered, drawing his face downward.
THE END