"Where?"
"Here."
"And of what, Madam?"
"Of a man; for the first time I am afraid, in spite of all."
I looked at her straight. "Are you not afraid of me?" I asked.
She looked at me fairly, her color coming. "With the fear which draws a woman to a man," she said.
"Whereas, mine is the fear which causes a man to flee from himself!"
"But you will remain for my protection? I should feel safer. Besides, in that case I should know the answer."
"How do you mean?"
"I should know whether or not you were married!"