Let me watch to-night." And at once she was startled.

He withdrew his arm so roughly that it seemed he flung off his hand; he spoke in a voice so hoarse and rough she did not know it for his.

And indeed it was a different man who now confronted her,--a man different from the dutiful servant who had rescued her, different even from the man who had held her so tenderly in his arms on the road to Ala.
"Go to your room," said he.

"You must not stay here." She stepped back in her surprise and faced him.
"Every minute," he cried in a sort of exasperation, "I bid myself remember the great gulf between you and me; every minute you forget it.
I make a curtain of your rank, your title, and--let us be frank--your destiny; I hang the curtain up between us, and with a gentle hand you tear it down.

At the end of it all I am flesh and blood.