He shook his head.
"That would have made you no safer, and would have spoilt you as an advertisement."
"As an advertisement!" she protested hotly. "Do soldiers let a woman run the risk of being murdered to make things safe far them? I think it's contemptible!"
"Yes," he said quietly; "so I see: but you don't think enough."
He sat looking at her in a way she detested; as no other man seemed able to look at her; as though she were a piece in a game he played.
"Did any one else know it wasn't safe for me?" she demanded.
He shook his head.
"Wouldn't you have been warned in that case?" he suggested.
"Yes," she returned warmly, "I'm quite certain I should."
"I think so too," he said. "Nothing in Sar would have been weighed beside it."