She pictured him forcing his way upwards, all his magnificent strength bent to the work.

Her heart throbbed at the memory of that all-conquering presence--the arms that had held her, the lips that had pressed her own.

And he had stooped to plead with her also.

She would always remember that of him with a thrill of ecstasy.

He the princely and splendid--Apollo the magnificent! Always?
A sudden chill smote her heart numbing her through and through.
Always?
And Death waiting on the threshold to snatch her away from the wonderful joy she had only just begun to know! Always! Ah, would she remember even to-morrow--even to-morrow?
And he--would he not forget?
Isabel stirred in her arms and murmured an inarticulate complaint.
Tenderly she drew her closer.