But seeing her so, he caught at the back of a chair as if to hold himself.

Then he gazed long and exultingly into the eyes yielded so abjectly to his.

For a moment it filled him to see and know, to be certain that she knew and did not deny.

But the man in him was not yet a reasoning man--too lately had he come to life.
He stepped eagerly toward her, to halt only when one weak white hand faltered up with absurd pretension of a power to ward him off.

Nor was it her hand that made him stop then.