"None." She lifted her face, and he wished there were a better light with which to see her.
"And now," he said, "what is your will that I do?"
Dorothy answered quickly and with angry decision.
"Go away and leave me," she exclaimed, "and never speak to me again!"
She could not see the look of pain come to his face. But he still lingered beside her, and asked again, "And you are certain to get within the house, and that you fear naught?"
"I fear nothing!" she said impatiently.
"Aye,—I should have cause to know better than ask such a question," he declared, in a voice that sounded as if now he might be smiling. Then he asked, "And you mean it,—that I leave you, and keep away?"
"Yes, yes; let me go." And she sought to escape from his grasp.
But he held her firmly, and still closer.
"Do you realize, sweet mistress, that you are my wife,—my own little wife?"