That one word he knew was intended for him.
"Sit down," she repeated, as Hodges hesitated.

"Sit down--there--and I will sit here.

Before--before you touch me, I want an understanding.

You will let me talk, and listen--listen!" Again that one word--"listen!"-Philip knew was intended for him.
The chief had dropped into his chair, and his visitor seated herself opposite him, with her face toward Philip.

She flung back the fur from about her shoulders, and took off her fur turban, so that the light of the big hanging lamp fell full upon the glory of her hair, and set off more vividly the ivory pallor of her cheeks, in which a short time before Philip had seen the rich crimson glow of life, and something that was not fear.
"We must come to an understanding," she repeated, fixing her eyes steadily upon the man before her.