Perhaps you will now let me go to her.' 'Not yet.

This independence.

I could make you independent.' 'You! How?
Impossible!' 'I love you, Gladys.' 'Me! This to me! Is it to insult me that you have detained me?
Let me go, sir--I insist--and my mistress! You, Colonel Vaughan, who have been paying her such attentions as no man has a right to pay a lady unless he loves her, to dare to say this to me, and I a servant in her house.

You, sharing her father's hospitality, to deceive her, and insult me.

What have I done to encourage you to speak thus to me ?' Gladys stood still amidst the lights and shadows of the sun-crowned trees, and looked the colonel steadily in the face.