“No,” he replied, calmly, “that will do. I meant to bring the proud English beauty to my feet. See, I have done so, and very much sooner than I expected.”
Helen felt that she had made a false move, and the blood ran back to her heart, as she crouched there, trembling.
“You have brought me to your feet,” she said softly. “Be satisfied, and spare me further degradation.”
“What do you wish me to do?” he said in a low, deep voice.
“Send me back home!” she cried excitedly.
“And what then—what of your father and the Resident? What of my position at the settlement?”
“No one shall know. I will keep it all a secret.”
“And you would risk all the remarks that your appearance would excite by going back?”
“Yes!” she cried passionately, as she thought of Mr Harley, and felt that he would take her to his heart even then.
“And you honestly believe that no trouble would follow?” said Murad quietly.