THE DARK HOUR He had not made love to her! That was the thought uppermost in Olga's mind when the wild tumult of her spirit gradually subsided.

He had not so much as touched upon his own feelings at all.

Not the smallest reason had he given her for imagining that he cared for her, and very curiously this fact inclined her towards him more than anything else.

Had he proposed to her in any more ardent fashion, she would have been scared away.

Possibly he had fathomed this, and again possibly he had not wanted to be ardent.