"Meanwhile we must take care of ourselves," the girl answers briefly and coldly.
"My darling, you don't know what you are talking about—you have been led away by Launce's boasting. You cannot see your danger as I, who loves you, see it. Come to me, Honor! Be my wife, and let me take care of you. I swear you shall never repent it—never!"
For an instant she looks at him, startled; then the color floods her face, and her eyelids droop.
"As my wife you will be safe and happy—for don't we love each other?"
"Then," she says—and she shivers even in the hot sunshine—"you think
I am not safe here, in my own home?"
"You are not!" he answers impressively.
"Then my father and the boys are not safe either?" she questions more eagerly.
"The certainly are not safe, Honor. If they had any sense they would leave the country while they can."
"And yet it is now you would ask me to leave them," she says, almost disdainfully—"to leave the dear old pater and the boys just when they need me most? It's little you know of me, Power, or you would never dream of asking me to do such a thing."
"If you could do any good," he begins; but she interrupts him with a swift, almost imperious gesture.