Jack bent his head over her hand.
“What can I do?” he murmured, bitterly. “I cannot give her up.”
Then he looked up.
“Have you no fear, Una? Do you trust me so entirely? Think, can you face poverty and all its trials. Dear, I am very poor, worse than poor.”
She smiled an ineffable smile.
“And I am rich—while I have your love.”
Then suddenly her voice changed, and with a look of terror she bent over him, almost clingingly.
“What is it you are saying? Jack! Jack! you will not leave me?”
Jack started to his feet, and regardless of waking Mrs. Davenant, took her in his arms.
“Never, by Heaven!” he exclaimed.