Unorna's unquiet temper rose at his quiet declaration of his absolute security.
The colour came again to her cheek, a little hotly, and though there was a slight tremor in her voice when she spoke, yet her eyes flashed beneath the drooping lids.
"Are you sure it would be safe ?" she asked.
"For you, of course there can be no danger possible," he said, in perfect simplicity of good faith.

"For me--well, I have said it.

I cannot imagine love coming near me in any shape, by degrees or unawares.
It is a strange defect in my nature, but I am glad of it since it makes this pleasant life possible." "And why should you suppose that there is no danger for me ?" asked Unorna, with a quick glance and a silvery laugh.

She was recovering her self-possession.
"For you?
Why should there be?
How could there be?
No woman ever loved me, then why should you?
Besides--there are a thousand reasons, one better than the other." "I confess I would be glad to hear a few of them, my friend.

You were good enough just now to call me young and beautiful.