Choked with feeling, he looked at her. “I know that of late I’ve pitied myself a poor man—poor in love, in riches, in prospects. But I’ve learned, in these days of your absence … that whatever I suffered was a poverty of my own vision.” He raised his hand; she pressed hers to his. Their foreheads rested, one against the other. “My dear Cate, forgive me for not seeing that I am rich in all ways … Wealthy beyond all imagining.”
