"By God, I'll never touch another drop!" he said.

"Oh, you make me so happy!" she exclaimed.

He crushed her in his arms until his muscles were tense. She did not
struggle for release, but abandoned herself without a word to the
emotion of the moment. Her head thrown back, her cheeks pale, her full
lips smiling, she gazed up into his face with eyes burning with sudden
fire.

"How I love you!" he whispered.

She slipped her arms about his neck with a little cry of ecstasy.

"Oh, Marsh, I have been foolish, too, but this is the place for me--my
place--against your very heart!" she said softly.

For a long minute Langham held her so, and then tortured by sudden
memory he came back sharply to the actualities. His arms dropped from
about her.

"What is it, dear?" she asked.

She was not yet ready to pass from the passion of that moment.

"It's too late--" he muttered brokenly.

"No, dear, it's not too late, we have only been a little foolish. Of
course we can go back; of course we can begin all over, and we know now
what to avoid; that was it, we didn't know before, we were ignorant of