He tasted to the full the delicious joy of looking at her.

She had broken down his last reserves of self-control.

The thought of Horace, the sense of honor, became obscured in him.

In a moment more he might have said the words which he would have deplored for the rest of his life, if she had not stopped him by speaking first.

"I have more to say to you," she resumed abruptly, feeling the animating resolution to lay her heart bare before him at last; "more, far more, than I have said yet.