At the very last moment she faltered out a few words which were not for them.
"Tell Eive," she said, "I wish her well; and wishing her well, I cannot wish her happy--_yet_." We embarked in the balloon, attended as on our last journey by two of the brethren in my employment, both, I noticed, armed with the lightning gun.

I myself trusted as usual to the sword, strong, straight, heavy, with two edges sharp as razors, that had enabled my hand so often to guard my head; and the air-gun that reminded me of so many days of sport, the more enjoyed for the peril that attended it.
Screened from observation, both reclining in our own compartment of the car, Eveena and I spent the long undisturbed hours of the first three days and nights of our journey in silent interchange of thought and feeling that seldom needed or was interrupted by words.

Her family affections were very strong.

Her brother had deserved and won her love; but conscious so long of a peril surrounding myself, fearfully impressed by the incident which showed how close that peril had come, her thought and feeling were absorbed in me.

So, could they have known the present and foreseen the future, even those who loved her best and most prized her love for them would have wished it to be.