He would lean upon her, and the ugly by-paths of these last years would know him no more.

Her presence would leaven his whole life.

In the momentary insanity, which was perhaps, after all, only a prophetic intuition, he had no fears, no misgivings.

He thought that with that face it was not possible that she could be so wicked as to refuse him.
"She will marry me," he said to himself.

"She must." Lady Newhaven touched him gently on the arm.
"I dared not speak to you before," she said.