She drew him out of sight and hearing behind the cabin.
"Clement," she said with agitation, "do not fight this man!" "I must," he said simply.

It cut him to the heart to refuse the first request that she had asked of him since his avowal of his love for her and her tacit acceptance.

But, to a man of Cleggett's ideas, there was no choice.
"Clement," she said in a low tone, "you have told me that you love me." "Agatha!" he murmured brokenly.
"And you know----" she paused, as if she could not continue, but her eyes and manner spoke the rest.

In a moment her lips spoke it too; she was not the sort of woman who is afraid to avow the promptings of her heart.

"You know," she said, "that I love you." "Agatha!" he cried again.