She realized that he was drawn to her, and that the attraction was not alone due to his having saved her at Carillon; that he was not taking advantage of the thing which must ever be a bond between them, whatever came of life.

When she had seen him at the Hospital Fete, a feeling had rushed over her that he had got nearer to her than any man had ever done.

Then--even then, she felt the thing which all lovers, actual, or in the making, feel--that they must do something for the being who to them is more than all else and all others.

She was not in love with Ingolby.

How could she be in love with this man she had seen but a few times--this Gorgio.