I am sure to woo you, to win you, to make you my sweet, dear wife--to make you happier, I hope, than any woman has ever been before--and you try to evade me, fair, sweet, cruel Madaline!" "I am afraid of you, Lord Arleigh," she said, little dreaming how much the naive confession implied.
"Afraid of me! That is because you see that I am quite determined to win you.

I can easily teach you how to forget all fear." "Can you ?" she asked, doubtfully.
"Yes, I can, indeed, Madaline.

Deposit those peaches in their green leaves on the ground.

Now place both your hands in mine." She quietly obeyed the first half of his request as though she were a child, and then she paused.

The sweet face crimsoned again; he took her hands in his.
"You must be obedient," he said.