I thought--I thought I
would tell you everything when--when you were holding your son in your
arms. I thought you would have to--forgive me then."
"Oh, Juliet--Juliet!" he said, and tried to smile in answer, but
could not. His lips quivered suddenly, and he laid his head down upon
her breast.
And so, with her arms around him and the warm throbbing of her heart
against his face, he came to the perfect understanding.
They saw the morning break through a silver mist, standing side by side
on deck with the water sweeping snow-white from their keel.
Juliet, within the circle of her husband's arm, looked up and broke the
silence with a sigh and a smile.
"Good morning, Romeo! And now that I've learnt my lesson, hadn't we
better be going home?"
He kissed her, and drew her cloak more closely round her. "Do you want to
go home?" he said.
She looked at him with a whimsical frown. "Well, I think I am at home
wherever you are. But you are such a busy man. You can't be spared."
"They've got to spare me for to-day," he said.
"Ah! And to-morrow?"
"To-morrow too, Juliet. I'm giving up my work at Little Shale."
"But you can't give it up at a moment's notice," she said.
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