"I wish I could believe she saw and knew everything," he said, brokenly. Then as Charley said nothing, he turned and took her in his arms with a sudden passion that found expression in hot kisses and half broken sentences.
"Oh, Charley! Charley! After all I'm not a failure. I am--Darling, you do love me, you are sure of that--! How beautiful you are! How beautiful! You are as lovely as the desert. God, Charley, but I'm happy!"
Charley, clinging to him speechlessly, finally raised her head, and looked with Roger across the desert night of silence and blue, while the rich sense of space, of mystery, of heaven very near and life's bitternesses far away touched them both at once. And Peter, a wisp of cat's claw hanging from his mouth, rubbed his patient head affectionately against Roger's arm.