same....”
“Good-bye!” said I, clasping her hand as some supporter appeared in the passage....
I came back to London victorious, and a little flushed and coarse with victory; and so soon as I could break away I went to Isabel's flat and found her white and worn, with the stain of secret weeping about her eyes. I came into the room to her and shut the door.
“You said I'd win,” I said, and held out my arms.
She hugged me closely for a moment.
“My dear,” I whispered, “it's nothing—without you—nothing!”
We didn't speak for some seconds. Then she slipped from my hold. “Look!” she said, smiling like winter sunshine. “I've had in all the morning papers—the pile of them, and you—resounding.”
“It's more than I dared hope.”
“Or I.”
She stood for a moment