He was set, so that he would not have realized, now, that he had set before. This was a universe away from that. _She_ knew that, the other one.... She'd been kind.... It wasn't that she hadn't liked him, he believed. She _had_ begun to like him near her, she _had_ liked it when he said "darling." Ah, to think that he had ever wanted to say "darling" to any woman before! Here was his darling, and she must be made to see it, not later, not in London, but "right here and now." As he twisted the ribbon, he spoke in the tone that had caused that other woman to shut her eyes; for it was the note of the mating call. "I say, darling----" Again the girl shook her head, but--was there now the least quiver of indecision in her gesture? "I say, if nobody else has ever been allowed to call you that----" "Oh, no!" she cried, sincerity itself. He was mechanically twisting up that ribbon between them; another inch he took, another. "Then if there's nobody else you liked well enough for that, there's a chance for me," persisted the soft husky voice of her lover above the faint distant crashing of those breakers behind them. "Shall I tell you what?" "What----?" she asked, slowly, no longer looking at him. A kind of arrogance seemed to shine up in him. Somewhere deep down in his heart he was cheering himself on by the reminder that he knew more than she. He seemed vaguely conscious of some force upon his side.... He would not have believed anyone who had told him that a woman's strongest love, poured out upon him, had lent him magnetism, charged him. He fastened his blue eyes upon this girl, as upon some doggedly desired objective seen from his battle 'plane as he drove through the blue, but he did not reply. He smiled, with all that is far-away in those searching eyes of his. He had twisted up the last inch of that ribbon. Now he caught hold of the Charm that hung between the two ties, then came to the twin ribbon that she held. Before she knew what he would do with it, he wound that ribbon about her fingers and palm, binding her hand to his own with the Charm in it. Close, close and warm his pulses beat to hers. "I've caught you," he ventured, very softly, eyes intent upon her. He smiled more broadly at the first faint dawning of lovely trouble in her face. "Yes! This is what they'd call marriage-by-capture, I suppose?" She didn't speak. She didn't move as he caught hold of her free hand as well. He held his crested head gaily as he said to her, "Of course I'm English and old-fashioned, and I know American girls are independent, and I ought to see the things they could teach me! But there's something I could teach one of them. Let me try?" Softly he muttered the word which was to mean everything as his own name for her. "Girl! _Girl!_ ... I say, let's learn from each other?"