I merely tell you what I could and would do if I could change the conditions." "You are a trifle over-confident, Mr.Veath," she said coldly.
"Good-night." "Don't be angry, please," he cried in humility.

"You have spoken to me in a way that has awakened a new spirit--the spirit that men call 'do or die.' To-night the storm rages and we are all in danger.

I feel that in an hour like this and in a place like this I am worth more than I have ever been or could be in any other position.

The fierceness of the night and the sting of your advice combine to give life and nerve to my weak heart.

I am not the man who begged you a moment ago to listen to the weakness of a despairing lover; it is another man, another Henry Veath who talks to you now.