Then he met her eyes, his own swimming with a gentleness that made her draw a slow, deep breath of wonder.
This minute had been anticipated by both of them; for many months, when they had stood close together, they had felt the imminence of surrender to the longing that dwelt in both of them.
But the girl resisted, as she had resisted many times.

Her breath came rapidly, and the captive hand trembled as she tried to withdraw it.
"No; not now, Kane!" she protested; "not now--please!" Lawler laughed lowly, and held the hand for an instant longer, while he compelled the girl's eyes to meet his.
"All right," he said; "not now.

But the time will come.

Something is worrying you, Ruth.

But you don't trust me enough to tell me what it is.
Some day--when you discover that nothing but your love means anything to me; when you realize that I love you enough to take you in spite of the thing that worries you--you'll tell me.