She leaned close, her eyes searching Steve’s soul.
The man drew a deep breath and his hand grasped hers with fierce passion.
“I love you beyond the power of words to tell—I worship you!” he cried, attempting instinctively to draw her into his arms.
“Yes I know,” she answered, lifting her hand in warning, “you love me that way—I don’t say it displeases me—I have a soul and I have a body too. There’s something big, fierce, and strong in you, Steve, that always drew me—that draws me to you to-night—but I want to know if your love goes deeper than the body; if it’s big enough, true enough to dare anything in this world or the next for the woman you love?”
“Yes!” he cried.
“You love me better than money?”
“Yes!”
“Better than power?”
“Yes!”
“Better than your own life?”