"No—what?"
"No, I wouldn't consider you mad——"
"No—what?" he persisted.
And after a moment her pallor was tinted with a delicate rose.
"No—what?" he insisted again.
"No—Jim," she answered under breath.
"Then—close your ears, Jean, dear."
She closed them; his arm encircled her waist. She bore it nobly.
"You may fire when you are ready—James!" she said faintly.
A thunder-clap answered her; the Causeway seemed to spring up under their feet; the world reeled.