"You know what I mean," said Nahnya quietly. "Why waste talk?"
Philippe's eyes suddenly blazed up. "You are mine now!" he said.
"Not yet," said Nahnya coolly. "I say you can come with me if you want. I make no promise."
"You are mine!" repeated Philippe louder. "There is nothing to say!"
"There is much to say!" said Nahnya, with a direct look. "If you lay hands on me without I give you leave, I will kill you!"
There was a short, fierce struggle between the two pairs of eyes. The man's eyes gave way.
"I not want quarrel with you," said Nahnya presently, in a softened voice. "You helped me very much. I have a kindness for you."
His eyes stole back to her face furtively and humbly.
"I will marry you if you want," Nahnya went on. "Because I have learned a girl cannot be alone. And I have no people now. I will make you a good wife if you want me. I will always work hard. I will try to make you a rich, big man. But first the truth must be told."
"What truth?" muttered Philippe.