"What do you mean?" she asked.
"We may not go to Pnom Dhek now. We must find our way out of the jungle so that I can take you to my own country."
"Why?" she demanded.
"Before I answer you," he replied, "there is one question that I have not asked but that you must answer before we make our plans for the future."
"What is that?" she asked.
"Will you be my wife, Fou-tan?"
"Oh, Gordon King, I have answered that already, for I have told you that I love you. Fou-tan would not tell any man that whom she could not or would not take as her husband; but what has that to do with our returning to Pnom Dhek?"
"It has everything to do with it," replied King, "because I will not take the woman who is to be my wife back into slavery."
She looked up into his face, her eyes alight with a new happiness and understanding. "Now I may never doubt that you love me, Gordon King," she said.
He looked at her questioningly. "I do not understand what you mean," he said.