When Helm entered the presence of Eleanor his manner had lost its frigidness and reserve but none of the gravity. She flung herself into his arms, clung to him passionately with a complete giving up of herself to her love for him. He held her, he caressed her gently, he showed in every look and gesture how deeply he loved her. Yet--if she had not been so intoxicated by her emotions, she would have felt, would have seen that this peculiar young man not only was master of her love but also was master of his own. “I _knew_ you wouldn’t let anything come between us,” said she. “George, how wonderful it is to love a man one simply couldn’t doubt. Do you feel that way about me?” “That’s why we’re engaged,” said he. “That’s why we’ve got to marry.” “Father’ll get over this,” she assured him. Helm shook his head. “No; he’ll be worse and worse--more against me. It can’t possibly be otherwise. When you go with me, you leave him.” “Let’s not talk about that!” cried she. “Since I’ve got to marry you--the rest doesn’t matter.” “But you’ve thought about it?” insisted he. “You realize what you’re doing?” She stopped his lips with her fingers. He kissed her finger tips and put them aside--with the compelling look of his eyes rather than with his gentle hand. He said: “You understand you’re leaving your class and coming to mine--and that the war between these two classes is going to be bitter and more bitter until----” “But that’s a long ways off. George,” she said abruptly, “let’s get married at once--to-day--to-morrow--as soon as we can.” “Why?” “Don’t you wish it?” He smiled tenderly. “I’m married to you already--for good and all.” He held her tightly in his long arms that gave her such a sense of peace and security. “For ever--and ay, Ellen.” She was sobbing. “Oh--I’m so happy--so happy,” she murmured. “But you must tell me why you want to marry at once.” She did not answer. “Is it because you are nervous about--about divided loyalty?” She nodded, keeping her face hid. “Then you do understand? You have thought?” She nodded. “And I know you’ll do nothing but what you ought to do.” “What I _have_ to do,” he replied. “I’m going to enforce the laws. I’m going to ask for more laws of the kind that are for the benefit of the whole people--and I’m going to get them.” “You are going to attack--father?” she said, speaking as if she were compelled. “Probably you’ve heard of Voltaire’s dilemma?” “No,” said she.