"That is heavenly!" he heard her say to herself after a while, in a
whisper.
"Kitty!" His eyes grew dim and he stooped to kiss her.
"Heavenly--" she went on, still as though following out her own thought
rather than speaking to him, "because one
yields--
yields! Life is
such tension--always."
She closed her eyes quickly, and he watched the beautiful lashes lying
still upon her cheek. With an emotion he could not explain--for it was
not an emotion of the senses, just as her yielding had not been a
yielding of the senses but a yielding of the soul--he continued to hold
her in his arms, her life, her will given to him wholly, sighed out upon
his heart.
* * * * *
Then gradually she recovered her balance; the normal Kitty came back.
She put out her hand and touched his face.
"You must go back to the House, William."
"Yes, if you are all right."
She sat up, and began to rearrange some of her hair that had slipped
down.
"You have carried us both into such heights and depths, darling!" said
Ashe, after he had watched her a little in silence, "that I have
forgotten to tell you the gossip I brought back from mother this
morning.
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