She smiled:
"I have no right to be more difficult than my father. But remember that there were not only his conditions: there was one added by myself."
"Which condition was that, Isabel?"
"Have you forgotten? . . . On the deck of the Queen Mary?"
"Then, Isabel, you doubt me?"
She took both his hands and said:
"Simon, it sometimes makes me rather sad to think that in this great adventure it was not I but another who was your companion in danger, the one whom you defended and who protected you."
He shook his head:
"No, Isabel, I never had but one companion, you, Isabel, and you alone. You were my only aim and my only thought, my one hope and my one desire."