Her eyes were shining through her tears; her cheeks glowed with soft blushes; her look besought, implored, entreated him. Poor soul! she said true. If he could have seen into her heart, then or now, this is what he would have seen there:--If Ben Renton will lift me out of all the necessities of my scheming, wretched life,--if he will give me plenty, money, luxury, comfort, what my soul sighs for,--then I will do my best to love him. I will be a good wife to him,--I will be good in my way,--I will,--I will,--I will! She had said all this to God many a time saying her prayers, and this is what her heart would have said to Ben, with a kind of desperate ingenuousness,--innocence in the midst of guile. And he looked at her, and the man’s soul was shaken within him. Something of the truth became visible to him;--not the ineffable charm of love. If it had been very love that shone in her eyes,--however his finer sense had been revolted by its over-frankness,--no doubt he would have fallen a victim. For he had loved her once, and she had never been more beautiful, perhaps never so beautiful in her life. He was touched by her loveliness, by her eagerness, by the pitiful intensity of expression in her eyes. Take me,--save me!--she seemed to be crying to him: and, good heavens! to think what one gleam of this fire, one such look, would have been to him once! Ben grew confused in himself, half with recollections, half with pity; and the softness of success and restoration was in his mind,--even of triumph,--for had not he won a victory, and silenced all opposers? His voice faltered as he answered her, if answer it could be called. ‘It is a long time ago,’ he said; ‘one’s very body and being alter you know, they say, completely in seven years.’ ‘But one’s heart never changes,’ murmured Millicent. And that was the moment when Mrs. Tracy, feeling that the conflict was not progressing, chose to come in like a watchful goddess, who sees that her champion’s arms do not prevail. ‘My dear, we are taking Mr. Renton away from his cousin,’ she said, ‘and from talking over family matters; but since we have done so, could you not persuade him, Millicent, to come over to us to luncheon? You might go on the water a little; you are so fond of it; and then lunch would be ready. Mr. Renton, you must not think it strange that we are anxious to see a little of such a kind friend as you are. I always say your ready kindness saved my life.’ Millicent turned sharp round, and involuntarily clenched her hand, as if she would have struck her mother. ‘It is all over now!’ she said to herself; and never had the battle been so nearly won. As for Ben, the sound of the new voice woke him up in a moment. He gave himself a little shake, and recovered his self-command. Good heavens! to think how near a step it had been to falling helpless into the syren’s snare!