“Your word? He’s so strong....”

“My word.... Margaret—oh, you child!—I do care for you now more than ever.”

Suddenly he kissed her.

“There.... Have your own way. I’m not a devil, Margaret dear. But your seeing is different from mine—and your gods, I think. They won’t have us together.”

“No.” She looked up with sudden curiosity. “Nick, you are superstitious like all great men? You—you wouldn’t have me now if I asked you? Would you? Would you?”

He smiled at her with understanding, and admitted, “No.”

“Something—inside you—says ‘No’?”

He nodded.

“Then I’m safe—quite safe.”

This amazing childlikeness!