And now that they were alone he could express himself.
So long as they had been in company he had seemed to her, as often before, shy, hesitating, and ineffective.

But with the disappearance of spectators, who represented to him, no doubt, the harassing claim of the critical judgment, all was freer, more assured, more natural.
She leant her chin on her hand, considering his plea.
"Supposing you live long enough to see the State take it, shall you be able to reconcile yourself to it?
Or shall you feel it a wrong, and go out a rebel ?" A delightful smile was beginning to dance in the dark eyes.

She was recovering the tension of her talk with Lord Maxwell.
"All must depend, you see, on the conditions--on how you and your friends are going to manage the transition.

You may persuade me--conceivably--or you may eject me with violence." "Oh, no!" she interposed quickly.

"There will be no violence.