Yes, she had taken matters into her own hands and presumed to direct fate, and now all that she could do was to be true to herself and to her word.

Michael was right; they must say good-bye.

Henry must not be sacrificed.
She raised her pitiful face from his breast where it was buried, and he framed it in both his hands, and it would have been difficult to recognize his bold eyes, so filled were they with tenderness and love.
"Sabine," he commanded, fondly, "tell me that, after all, you have forgiven me for making you stay that night.

You know that we were perfectly happy at the end of it, and it will be such pain for me to have to remember all the rest of my life that you hold resentment.
Darling, if only you had stayed! Oh! I would have cherished you and petted you," here he smoothed her hair, and murmured love words in her ear with his wonderful charm, until Sabine felt that neither heaven nor earth nor anything else mattered but only he.
"Sweetheart," he went on, "we have got to part in a moment, but I just must know if you love me a little in spite of everything.

I _must know_, my darling little girl." Then he held her to him again with immense tenderness, even in this moment of agonized parting exulting in the intoxication of love he saw that he had created in her eyes.