"It has fallen," I groaned.
"No—not yet," still cheerfully. She paused a moment, and, leaning her elbows on the balustrade, looked out down the valley.
"All will be well," she said at last slowly.
Our glances met. "I have that presentiment," she added.
"Based on what?" I said bitterly. "A man who can inspire such a passion as this is no more than a beast—"
"Or no less than a man," she muttered quickly. "You forget that Jerry is what you've made him—"
"Not this—the body the servant—not the mind—"
"The mind will survive," she put in evenly. "It must. The whole thing is hypnotic. He will pass out of it soon."
"And she—?"
She shrugged lightly. "I don't know. I've never seen her like this before. I think if Jerry were to seize her by force and carry her away today—now—she couldn't resist him."