"You shall not be arrested," said Gwen, with sparkling eyes and red cheeks.
"Then you don't believe me to be guilty?"
"What a silly question to ask." This time it was Gwen who kissed. "Is it likely that I would still be sitting on your knee if I thought you killed my father? Of course, the whole thing is difficult and mysterious, but I am on your side, Owain, and we will fight it out together."
"Yes! Yes!" Hench rose and swung her off her feet right into his arms. "I am not afraid now. Your love will give me strength to conquer my enemies. But it will be an ordeal for you."
"An ordeal which will prove the depth of my love, dear. And I deserve such an ordeal. I doubted you once; but I'll never, never, never, never doubt you again. Owain, darling, everything will come right. There is Mr. Vane and Mrs. Perage and myself and you. Against us is only that horrid old woman."
"She holds a strong hand in the game, though," murmured the young man doubtfully. "We hold a stronger. Right will always prevail against might."
"Gwen! Gwen! You are a tower of strength. You put new life into me. Yes, we will fight; we will fight, fight to the end."
"And win!" cried Gwen. "Oh, never doubt, Owain. We must win!"