"First time you've ever flown?" he asked.
"Yes, except in dreams," she answered. "This seems only one more."
"Were they happy dreams?"
"None so happy as this."
"You weren't afraid, then? You're a good sport."
"I think I shall never be afraid again. I've sounded the depths of fear in the last week."
The two sat looking into one another's eyes and the appeal in those long-lashed orbs of Geraldine continued the havoc that they had begun. Her lips were very grave as she recalled the precipice from which she had been snatched.
"I saw that he frightened you terribly that day he gave me such a warm welcome."
"He was going to marry me," explained Geraldine simply.
"How could he—the old ogre?"