She had always had a terror of darkness; but now she felt quite safe in his strength.

The thought of her own unprotected girlhood drew her heart closer to him.

She remembered with pleasure the stories of his personal prowess, which had once made her think him coarse and brutal.

For the first time in her life she knew the delight of dependence--the holy charm of weakness.

And as they paced on silently together, through the black awful night, while the servants lingered, far out of sight, about the horses, she found out how utterly she trusted to him.
'Listen!' she said.