I will accept nothing from you, neither the name you denied to her nor money, now or later.

So there is only one other person whose interest or whose happiness we need consider." He stared at her frowning, not understanding.

Once more, as on that day when she had laughed at him, or again when she had taken the affairs of his own household into her hands, he was conscious of the strength that lay in her, of her power to drive him back upon himself.

Something of his own masterful spirit had entered into her, but with a difference.
Her self-control, her patient persistence, her sobriety of judgment, her reasoning mind, were like his own.

She was as keen and resourceful as he, and he was eager for the explanation she withheld, as though, knowing that she had driven in his pickets, he awaited the charge of her lines.