If I did not, and if you had any object in getting me under your influence, you would succeed sooner or later.

Perhaps the day is not far distant when I will voluntarily sleep under your hand." Unorna glanced quickly at him.
"And in that case," he added, "I am sure you could make me believe anything you pleased." "What are you trying to make me understand ?" she asked, suspiciously, for he had never before spoken of such a possibility.
"You look anxious and weary," he said in a tone of sympathy in which Unorna could not detect the least false modulation, though she fancied from his fixed gaze that he meant her to understand something which he could not say.

"You look tired," he continued, "though it is becoming to your beauty to be pale--I always said so.

I will not weary you.

I was only going to say that if I were under your influence--you might easily make me believe that you were not yourself, but another woman--for the rest of my life." They stood looking at each other in silence during several seconds.