They were on a private veranda of the hotel, and she was lolling in a wicker chair.
"And yet," he said intensely, "I am not certain that I would not give the world to have the power to drive that look from your face.

That, I begin to think, is what brought me here." "But you are not sure," she said, with a shrug of the shoulder.
It stung him into venturing further than he had ever gone with her before.

Not too gently, he took her head in both his hands and forced her to look up at him.

She submitted without a protest.

She was disdainful, but helpless.
"Well ?" she said again.
He withdrew his hands, and she smiled mockingly.
"If I thought----" he cried with sudden passion, and stopped.
"You think a great deal, don't you ?" she said.