But he was completely master of himself, and the colour in her face deepened beautifully.

Before this moment she had not wholly perceived how splendidly clear and fearless were his eyes.

His long blond hair, touched with its premature gray, was still windblown from his rush out into the night, giving to his head a touch of leonine strength as he faced her father.
Quietly she slipped aside and looked at them, and neither saw the strange, proud glow that came like a flash of fire into her eyes.

They were wonderful, these two strong men who were hers.

And in this moment they WERE her own.