"You understand the English tongue?" Her cold repellent manner caused him to pause in uncertainty. "Or shall I translate my request into German?"
"I will not put you to that inconvenience," he retorted hotly; then his manner changed. "Ah, Kathleen, do not let us waste the precious seconds bickering. Tell me what I can do for you."
"You ask me that?" Her tone was impossible to translate.
"Yes." Miller held her gaze, his handsome eyes speaking a language all their own. "You gave me the right, my darling, to protect you—and I shall protect you."
Her strength suddenly deserting her, Kathleen sank down in her chair.
"You will protect me," she echoed. "You?"
Her tone stung him to the quick. "Yes—I," he said slowly. "Do you not realize the depth of my love? I would willingly sacrifice my career, my life for you—and count it no sacrifice."
"Would God I could believe you!" The cry was wrung from her, and she raised her trembling hands to brush away the blinding tears.
Miller dropped on one knee beside her. "My dearest, my heart's desire!" he whispered passionately, taking her hands prisoner. At his touch she shrank back, remembrance crowding upon her.
"Go!" she stammered. "I have kept faith; go, before I say too much."