That he had to some degree rough power, of course, but power; and she loved power, force.

Had she not said so, shown it, but a moment before?
Was it possible that she was really interested in him, perhaps because he was different from the average Englishman and not of a general pattern?
She was a woman of brains, of great individuality, and his own individuality might influence her.

It was too good to be true; but there had ever been something of the gambler in him, and he had always plunged.

If he ever had a conviction he acted on it instantly, staked everything, when that conviction got into his inner being.

It was not, perhaps, a good way, and it had failed often enough; but it was his way, and he had done according to the light and the impulse that were in him.