The thought thrust itself into his mind that he would like to meet the woman who could watch the whole thing out, take the lust of it as he did.

She might be worth while.

But this child--she was nothing more than a child--who fainted at the sight of blood; he felt a tenderness for her.

Looking down at her as she lay on the settle before him, he could not conceive himself actually doing her harm.

She had called him a gentleman.