"The cook can watch them now," said Paul. "I suppose there's no supper, with all this row?" Hollis gave a grim laugh. "At a pinch--like this, I don't mind cooking one." Paul turned. And then he saw Eve behind him. Hollis had gone to the kitchen; he did not wish to see them meet. "You did absurdly wrong to come, Eve," said Paul, going to her. "What possible good was it? And if there had been real danger, you would have been in the way." "You are trembling; are you so frightened, then?" he went on, his voice growing softer. "I am not frightened now." They went towards the lodge. "It's a desolate life you've arranged for me, Eve," he said, going back to his subject, the Indians already forgotten. "I'm not to say anything to you; I'm to have nothing; and so we're to go on apparently forever. What is it you are planning for? I am sure I don't know. I know you care for me, and I don't believe that you'll find anything sweeter than the love I could give you,--if you would let me." "There is nothing sweeter," Eve answered. "Have you given up keeping me off?" He drew her towards him. She did not resist. In her heart rose the cry, "For one day, for one hour, let me have it, have it all! Then--" XXVII. On the second day after the alarm, Paul took the Indians back to Port aux Pins, and dismissed them, after handing the ringleader to the proper authorities; the others slunk away with their long black hair hanging down below their white man's hats, their eagle profiles, in spite of fierceness of outline, entirely unalarming. Paul then selected half a dozen Irishmen, the least dilapidated he could find (the choice lay between Indians and Irishmen), and brought them to Jupiter Light to take the place of the crestfallen aborigines. He remained there a few days to see that all went well; then he returned to Port aux Pins for a week's stay. "Come a little way up the lake to meet me," he said to Eve, as he bade her good-by; "I shall be along about four o'clock next Wednesday afternoon." His manner still remained a little despotic. But to women of strong will despotism is attractive; when a despotism of love, it is enchanting. Eve's feeling was, "Oh, to have at last found some one who is stronger than I!" Even now not for a moment did she bend her opinions, her decisions, to his, of her own accord; each time it was simply that she was conquered; after contesting the point as strongly as she could, how she gloried in feeling herself overridden at last! She would look at Paul with delighted eyes, and laugh in triumph. To have yielded because she loved him, would have had a certain sweetness; but to be conquered unyielding, that was a satisfaction whose intensity could go no further.