"At last," she said, laying on his shoulder that light firm hand, from which he no longer shrunk,—"at last, O my noble son, you have fulfilled all the promise of your youth!"
"If so," answered Harley, "it is because I have found what I then sought in vain." He drew his arm around Violante, and added, with half tender, half solemn smile, "Blessed is the woman who exalts!"
So, symbolled forth in these twin and fair flowers which Eve saved for Earth out of Paradise, each with the virtue to heal or to strengthen, stored under the leaves that give sweets to the air; here, soothing the heart when the world brings the trouble; here, recruiting the soul which our sloth or our senses enervate, leave we Woman, at least in the place Heaven assigns to her amidst the multiform "Varieties of Life."
Farewell to thee, gentle Reader; and go forth to the world, O MY NOVEL!
THE END