She had forgotten her danger--the all but inevitable scandal--until Raoul brought it back to her, and in the same breath saved her by his heroic lie.

She could not profit by it, though.

Her lips parted to refute it, and for the first time she gazed up at him, her eyes brimming with sudden love, gratitude, pride, even while they entreated against the sacrifice.

He was smiling down with an air of faint amusement; yet beneath the lashes she read a command which mastered her will, imposed silence.

He had taken on a new manliness, and for the first time in the story of their loves she felt herself dominated by something stronger than passion.