"You're an angel to feel like that and speak like that!" exclaimed Smith. "I don't deserve your goodness, but I appreciate it. I'd like to take your hand and kiss it when I thank you, but I won't, because you're alone with me, under my protection. To save me from trouble you've risked danger and put yourself in my power. I may be bad in some ways--most men are, or would be in women's eyes if women saw them as they are; but I'm not a brute. The worst I've ever done is to try to pay back a great injury, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth. Do you blame me for that?" "I have no right--I don't know what the injury was," said the girl; and, hesitating a little, "still--I don't think _I_ could find happiness in revenge." "I could, or anyhow, satisfaction: I confess that. About 'happiness,' I don't know much. But you could teach me." "I?" "Yes. Do you believe there can be such a thing as love at first sight?" "I can't tell. Books say so. Perhaps----" "There's no 'perhaps.' I've found that out to-night. I believe love that comes at sight must be the only real love--a sort of electric call from soul to soul. The thing that's happened is just this: I've met the one woman--my help-mate. If I come out of this trouble, and can ask a girl like you to give herself to me, will you do it?" "Oh, you say this because you think you ought to be grateful!" cried Annesley. "But I don't want gratitude. This is the first time I've ever _lived_. I owe that to you. And it's more than you can owe to me." The man laughed, a happy laugh, as though danger were miles away instead of on his heels. "You know almost as much about men as a child knows, Miss Grayle," he said, "if you think I'm one of the sort--if there _is_ such a sort--who would tie himself to a woman for gratitude. I've just one motive in wanting you to marry me. I love you and need you. I couldn't feel more if I'd known you months instead of hours." The wonder of it swept over Annesley in a flood. Even in her dreams--and she had had wild dreams sometimes--she had never pictured a man such as this loving her and wanting her. To the girl's mind he was so attractive that it seemed impossible his choice of her could be from the heart. She would wake up to a stale, flat to-morrow and find that none of these things had really happened. Still, she might as well live up to the dream while it lasted, and have the more to remember. "It's a fairy story, surely!" she said, trying to laugh. "There are so many beautiful girls in the world for a man like you, that I----" "A man like me! What _am_ I like?" "Oh, it's hard to put into words. But--well, you're brave; I'm sure of that." "I hope I'm not a coward. All normal men are brave. That's nothing. What else am I--to you?" "Interesting. More interesting than--than any one I ever saw." "If you feel that, you don't want to send me out of your life, do you?--after you've stood by and sheltered me from danger?"