Vidal had never before realized how intensely one could suffer for the grief of another. Now he understood why Rosalind had felt the need to commiserate with him at his darkest hour. It had been a sign of her love for him. Now it was a sign of his love for her.
It’s true. I love Rosalinda and must tell her soon. The days until our wedding are ticking away. His stomach fluttered. Soon, very soon, I will be a married man. It was a marvelous, exciting, luscious, terrifying thought.
Finally, Rosalind’s tears abated. She raised her tear-stained face and looked deeply into Vidal’s eyes, adoration glowing in the luminous green depths. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently dabbed at her cheeks. She choked, and fresh tears welled, but she managed to restrain herself
I’m glad.
