was not the conqueror she loved in him; it was the fighter.

Not in the hour of triumph but in the hour of despair she would have yearned to put her arms about him.
"Unpopularity, abuse, failure," it was against the fear of such that she would have guarded him.

Yes, she had dreamed of leadership, influence, command.

But it was the leadership of the valiant few against the hosts of the oppressors that she claimed.

Wealth, honours! Would she have given up a life of ease, shut herself off from society, if these had been her standards?
"_Mesalliance_!" Had the male animal no instinct, telling it when it was loved with all a woman's being, so that any other union would be her degradation.
It was better for him he should think as he did.