It would not burn and go out.

It would endure; somehow she realized that now past disputing.

But was it first and greatest with him?
Were his cherished career, his ambition, of small account beside it?
Was he willing to do sacrifice to it?
And if so, how great a sacrifice was he prepared to offer?
She yearned to ask him as he sped her in silence through the chequered moonlight of the Khanmulla jungle.

But some inner force restrained her.
She feared to break the spell.
The road was deserted, just as it had been on that dripping night when she had answered his summons to Tommy's sick bed.

She recalled that wild rush through the darkness, his grim strength, his determination.