Little by little I had grown to appreciate her beauty, not only of face, but also of womanly character.

Already she swayed and controlled me as no other of her sex ever had.

I thrilled to the touch of her hand, to the sweep of her dress, and the glance of her eye.

Not until now did I realize fully all she had unconsciously become to me, or how I dreaded the reappearance of Henley.

Would she return to him?
Would she forgive the past?
These were haunting questions from which I found no escape.
I could not be ignorant of the fact that she liked me, trusted me as a friend.