His thoughtfulness seemed as much sprung from regret at the compulsory warfare he was waging against her race, as the noble enthusiasm with which his soul was filled.
The heart of a woman easily yielded its admiration to an enthusiast!
The motive may be condemned, but the spiritual essence of thought that prompts to action still remains to be admired.
It will then be seen that the first abhorrence had given place to interest; and interest had ripened into—
Into what?
There was no answer to that question. As it came before Alice Rody’s mind she evaded it, and strove calmly to consider Wacora as her captor.
But it soon seemed impossible to look upon him in this light.
No preux chevalier could be more courteous in his bearing—no prince more calmly conscious of his own birthright.
His was of the oldest patent. Whether thinking so or not, he was one of Nature’s noblemen.
A few months had wrought these marvellous changes in the personages of our tale, and upon Wacora’s sudden departure to the scene of war, both he and his captive felt a strange void in their hearts, unaccountable, because novel.