She saw it and felt the force of it behind the deadly calmness with which he was smiling at her.

She gave a little sob, so low it was scarcely more than a broken breath; a little cry that came of wonder--understanding--and unspeakable faith in this man who was smiling at her so confidently in the face of the tragedy that had come to destroy her.
"Rossland is in your cabin," she whispered.

"And John Graham is back there--somewhere--coming this way.

Rossland says that if I don't go to him of my own free will--" He felt the shudder that ran through her.
"I understand the rest," he said.

They stood silent for a moment.