Her anger, a spark in the dark eye, a flush on the soft cheek, became her and he stared admiringly. Her wrath was like the peck of a captive bird and, whatever she might say, from henceforth she would know that his pursuing love was no light matter. "I do love ’ee so," he pleaded, his voice dropping to an intimate compelling whisper. "I tremble when you come into the room. But I can’t set ’ere and not touch ’ee; I ’ave to go out on cliff ’till I’ve walked it down. Seems sometimes at night as if you was near me and I put out my ’and—ah, if you was there I should die of joy. You’m mine and I’ve waited so long. I can’t bear it. I can’t eat or drink or sleep. I’m in a fever and I ache with longing for ’ee till I feel as if I should go mad——" Gray caught her breath in a sob, as a soft trundling sound came from the next room. Unable to speak she pointed shakily at the door. Leadville also heard the sound, a scrooping noise as of rubber-tyred wheels being turned about. Sabina was in the kitchen, could hear every word, would probably, in another minute, roll herself in at the linhay door. His face grew savage and rage rose in a black flood about his heart. Was it to be always like this, was this poor remnant of humanity, feeble, distorted, ageing, always to come between him and Gray? His mind grew blurry with a wild spindrift of menace. Green withes or new ropes, fools to think he could be bound by either law or convention, he whom only the lustreless black hair of one woman might hold. Love had come late, but it had come in overwhelming force and he would break every convention, every law that stood in his way! Laws?