She laid one of her little hands on my arm and looked imploringly into my eyes.
"I know you are neither weak nor hysterical," I replied.
"You will help me, won't you?" she asked.
I took both hands in mine and looked straight into her eyes.
"The only way I see of helping you," I said deliberately, "is for you to give me the right to do so."
She did not take her hands from my grasp.
"Do you know, Jim," she said an hour later, when we came out of the wood into the meadow, "that I told you not to speak to me until you had captured the Motor Pirate."
"You could not answer for me, darling," I replied. "But I should not have done so if I——"
"Had not found the temptation to do so irresistible," she said, taking the words out of my mouth with so bewitching an air, that again I found an irresistible temptation confronting me.