The Captain did not at once follow her, nor did he in any way show that he was aware that she had fled from him.
"How much better is the warm glow of love ?" he said again, contenting himself with looking into her face with all his eyes.

He had hoped that he would have been able to press her hand by this time.
"The warm, glow of love, Captain Bellfield, if you have ever felt it--" "If I have ever felt it! Do I not feel it now, Mrs Greenow?
There can be no longer any mask kept upon my feelings.

I never could restrain the yearnings of my heart when they have been strong." "Have they often been strong, Captain Bellfield ?" "Yes; often;--in various scenes of life; on the field of battle--" "I did not know that you had seen active service." "What!--not on the plains of Zuzuland, when with fifty picked men I kept five hundred Caffres at bay for seven weeks;--never knew the comfort of a bed, or a pillow to my head, for seven long weeks!" "Not for seven weeks ?" said Mrs Greenow.
"No.

Did I not see active service at Essiquebo, on the burning coast of Guiana, when all the wild Africans from the woods rose up to destroy the colony; or again at the mouth of the Kitchyhomy River, when I made good the capture of a slaver by my own hand and my own sword!" "I really hadn't heard," said Mrs Greenow.
"Ah, I understand.

I know.