They are afraid of nothing.

You must get away to-night." Paul made no answer.
She turned slowly in her seat and looked into his face by the light of the waning moon.
"Do you mean that you will not go ?" He met her glance with his grave, slow smile.
"There is no question of going," he answered.

"You must know that." She did not attempt to persuade.

Perhaps there was something in his voice which she as a Russian understood--a ring of that which we call pig-headedness in others.
"It must be splendid to be a man," she said suddenly, in a ringing voice.

"One feeling in me made me ask you the favor, while another was a sense of gladness at your certain refusal.