It was as though all her anxiety and fear had been dissolved before the sudden rush of his thorough personality. In an instant he had assumed all her cares; she felt herself strangely at peace and weakly willing to allow him to bear the weight of everything. His masculine grasp and sharp military decisions had wonderfully comforted and soothed her.
Kenyon as he looked at her gathered some of this, and his heart beat swiftly. It was the sort of thing that tells heavily with a woman; and he had progressed.
“If I can succeed,” was his thrilling thought, “there will be no one stand higher than I! And I will succeed!”
He heard the gruff grunting of the car’s signal outside; and he turned to Dallas, catching up his hat.
“I must go; the men whom I have engaged will be waiting for me; and then Forrester must not be given too much time.”
She pinned on her hat and took her long coat from a chair where it had been thrown.
“Good-bye,” said he.
“I’m going with you,” she told him, briefly.
“Impossible!” he cried.
“And why so?” She drew herself up in that proud fashion which he had come to know so well; the head lifted imperiously and the beautiful eyes flashed.