But to no one else--no, never! Aunt Marian must not know it--nor Sir John." "I cannot see that it is any business of Sir John's.

Of course, Lady Cantourne would have liked you to marry a title; but if you cared for me she would be ready to listen to reason." In which judgment of the good lady he was no doubt right--especially if reason spoke with the voice of three thousand pounds per annum.
"Do you care for me ?" he asked, coming a little closer.
There was a whole world of gratified vanity and ungratified curiosity for her in the presence of this strong man at her elbow.

It was one of the supreme triumphs of her life, because he was different from the rest.

He was for her what his first tiger had been for him.

The danger that he might come still nearer had for her a sense of keen pleasure.
She was thoroughly enjoying herself, and the nearest approach that men can experience to the joy that was hers is the joy of battle.
"I cannot answer that--not now." And the little half-shrinking glance over her shoulder was a low-minded, unmaidenly invitation.