I am very sorry.' A wilder unrest and vexation at his position returned upon his heart because of the lightening that had come with the impulse of love.

That impulse still remained, an under-current of calm, a knowledge that his will and the power of the world were at one, such as men only feel when they yield themselves to some sudden conversion; but above this new-found faith the cross-currents of strife now broke forth again.

Thus he raged-- 'What was the use of my coming here?
Why should the Fates have sent me here if I cannot go this errand for you, or if I cannot go with you to protect you?
If this beast is walking about on snow-shoes, how do you know that he will not attack you as soon as you are out of sight of the house ?' She seemed to realise that it was strange to be discussing her own safety with her prisoner.

Very curious was the conflict in her face; her strong natural companionableness, her suspicion of him, and her sense of the dignity which her situation demanded, contending together.

It seemed easier for her to disregard his words than to give all the answers which her varying feelings would prompt.