If Eanswyth had been rather alarmed heretofore, the other's perfect unconcern went far to reassure her. The wild, unearthly chorus echoing through the darkness--the glare of the fires, the distant, but thundrous clamour of the savage orgy, conveyed no terrors to this strong-nerved and philosophical companion of hers. He only saw in them a strange and deeply interesting experience. Seated there in the starlight, some of that unconcern communicated itself to her. A restful calm came upon her. This man beside her was as a very tower of strength. And then came over her a consciousness--not for the first time, but stronger than she had ever felt it--of how necessary his presence was to her. His calm, strong judgment had kept matters straight for a long time past. He had been the one to pour oil on the troubled waters; to allay or avert the evils which her husband's ungovernable temper and ill-judged violence had thickly gathered around them. Now, as he sat there beside her calmly contemplating the sufficiently appalling manifestations of that night--manifestations that would otherwise have driven her wild with terror--she was conscious of feeling hardly any fear. And what of Eustace himself? Lucky, indeed, that his judgment was strong, his brain habitually clear and unclouded. For at that moment his mind could only be compared to the seething, misty rush of a whirlpool. He could see her face in the starlight--even the lustrous glow of the great eyes--could mark the clear outline or the delicate profile turned half away from him. He was alone with her in the sweet, soft African night--alone with her--her sole protector, amid the brooding peril that threatened. A silence had fallen between them. His love--his concealed and hopeless love for her overcame him. He could not command words--not even voice, for the molten, raging fires of passion which consumed him as he sat there. His hand clenched the arm of his cane chair--a jagged nail, which protruded, lacerating it nearly to the bone--still he felt nothing of physical pain--mind triumphed. Yes, the anguish of his mind was so intense as to be akin to physical pain. Why could they not be thus together always? They could, but for one life. One life only, between him and such bliss that the whole world should be a bright and golden paradise! One life! A legion of fiends seemed to wrestle within the man's raging soul. "One life!" they echoed in jibbering, gnashing chorus. "One life!" they seemed to shriek aloud in his brain. "What more easily snapped than the cord of a life?"