He seated himself on the sofa beside her, and possessed himself of her hands, which he held in both his. Pamela made no attempt to withdraw them. White and distressed and manifestly disconcerted, she averted her gaze from his and stared past him out at the sunshine. Her sole reason for hesitating to write to Dare had resulted from the conviction that his regard for her was deeper than that of a friend. Her feeling for him did not bear analysis either. He was a man whom from the first she had liked and respected; the respect remained unaltered, but the liking had increased insensibly until it assumed an importance in her thoughts which she found it best to discourage. Not for a moment did it strike her that he made this offer out of pity for her. She knew that he loved her,--that he wanted her. His proposal filled her less with surprise than concern. She was sorry to know that her own broken life might embitter his. "Won't you," he repeated in the same quiet voice as before, "accept my name? I think you know that I love you. I have loved you for a great many years. I shouldn't speak of that now; only it seems to me such a tragic mistake you are making. The life you contemplate would be a wretched business. You will spoil the happiness of two lives--yours and mine--if you persist in it... I think I could make you happy, Pamela, if you would let me try." Deliberately she faced round and met his gaze with sad blue eyes which seemed to have lost entirely their old happy expression. "I know you could," she answered, her voice almost a whisper. "If it is any sort of satisfaction to you to hear it, I love you too. But I can't do what you ask. For the sake of my children I must marry their father. Don't you see the difference it makes to them?" "I thought it might be that," he said. "But consider, Pamela,--they are so young. Don't you think they would be as happy and as safe under my guardianship?" "That isn't the point to consider," she answered steadily. "When a woman has been circumstanced as I have been she realises the enormous difference these things make. I've felt the sting of it,--the dread of discovery,--the overwhelming sense of shame. I should be a selfish mother if I exposed my children to that. In whatever light you stood to them, you could never make good the position which they have a right to as their father's children. Later, when they grow up, the world will make them feel that loss. If there were only myself to think of I wouldn't hesitate. But we take upon ourselves a great responsibility when we bring a life into the world... It's for the sake of the children... Oh! believe me, dear, it's only for their sakes I refuse."