He shall not know--not now, at least," he said.

"There are to be but two factions in the struggle, then, your love against mine." "You forget the--the other man," she said, sudden tears springing to her eyes.
"I think only of one woman," he said softly, lovingly.
She leaned wearily against the staircase, her hands clasping the railing.

There was a piteous, hopeless entreaty in the dimming eyes as she turned them to his and tried to speak calmly.
"I have something to say to you--to-morrow.

Let us say good-night." "Nothing you can say will alter my love.

When the storm to-night is at its worst remember that I will give my life for your sake." She did not answer, but her hand clasped his arm impulsively.