Then he put his fortune to the touch.
"You are right," he said.

"I will go away--for good; I will never trouble you again, when you have told me that you do not love me." The color rushed into her face, and then died slowly away again, even out of the tightly compressed lips.
There was a long silence, in which he waited for a reply that did not come.

At last she turned and looked him in the face.

Who has said that light eyes cannot be impassioned?
Her deep eyes, dark with the utter blankness of despair, fell before the intensity of his.

He leaned towards her, and with gentle strength put his arm round her, and drew her to him.