He had saved her brother's life and honour.

He had perilled his own life to save that of her sister.

The poor of St.Croix spoke of him only to praise and bless him.

Was not this house besieged every day with scores of anxious inquirers?
He was so good, so great, so noble, so self-sacrificing, so generous--oh! how could she help loving him?
Not with the love that had once been Reginald Stanford's, whose only basis was a fanciful girl's liking for a handsome face, but a love far deeper and truer and stronger.

She looked back now at the first infatuation, and wondered at herself.