"Fanny Glen," said Sempland, when they were alone once more, "are you marrying me to save yourself?" She shook her head. "Rhett Sempland, are you marrying me," she asked in return, "to save yourself?" "I am marrying you, you little darling, as you very well know, because I love you." "And that is my reason, too," said Fanny Glen. "Fanny Glen," he said imperiously, "come here!" And to him she came with astonishing meekness. "Put your arms around my neck!" And obediently there she put them! "Lift up your head!" Slowly, surely, up it came! After all, Fanny Glen did love a masterful man!