CHAPTER XV: The Fire At Carfax.
"Magda, I want my reward." She raised her eyes to his face, a deep flush suffused her cheek, and then faded, leaving her somewhat paler than before.
"Thy reward, Arthur?
And what is that ?" "Nothing less than thyself, my beloved," he answered, with a passionate tenderness.

"I have thy heart, thy love; these have been enough this long while.

Now I want thee, thine own self.

Why should we wait longer?
Art thou not ready to give thyself to me--now ?" She let her lover draw her close to his side.

She looked up at him, and saw that his face was grave and pale.