Wade turned away from them, the better to control the passion that had mastered him.

And it did not subside in an instant.

He paced to and fro, his head bowed.
Presently, when he faced around, it was to see what he had expected to see.
Columbine was clasped in Moore's arms.
"Collie, you didn't--you haven't--promised to marry him--again!" "No, oh--no! I haven't! I was only--only trying to--to make up my mind.
Wilson, don't look at me so terribly!" "You'll not agree again?
You'll not set another day ?" demanded Moore, passionately.

He strained her to him, yet held her so he could see her face, thus dominating her with both strength and will.

His face was corded now, and darkly flushed.