She spoke the words of lifelessness, yet she possessed everything which men desire.
"The tragedy with you," he pronounced, "is the absence of affection in your life." "Do you think that I haven't the power for caring ?" she asked quietly.
"I think that you have had no one to care for," he answered.

"I think there has been no one to care for you in the way you wanted--but those days are over." For the first time she showed some signs of that faint and growing uneasiness in his presence which brought with it a peculiar and nameless joy.

Her eyes failed to meet the challenge of his.

She glanced at the clock and changed the subject abruptly.
"Do you know that I have been here all this time," she reminded him, "and we have not said a word about our campaign." "There is a great deal connected with it, or rather my side of it," he declared, "which I shall never tell you." "You trust me ?" she asked a little timidly, "You don't think that I should betray you to my husband ?" He laughed the idea to scorn.
"It isn't that," he assured her.

"The machinery I have knocked into shape is crude in its way, but the lives and liberty of those underneath depend upon its workings." "It sounds mysterious," she confessed.
"If you say that it is to be an alliance, Josephine," he decided, "it shall be.