that he
would be a help to me--and he isn't. I can't talk to him--I can't trust
him--I can't ask him what to do! And we are both bound, and yet we are
not bound; and it is as wretched for him as it is for me--and I don't
know what to do."

"Could you trust me better than you have trusted him?" said the Rector
hoarsely.

He knew that he was not acting quite in accordance with what men usually
termed the laws of honor; but it seemed to him that the time had come
for contempt of a merely conventional law. Was Perseus, arriving ere the
sacrifice of Andromeda was completed, to hesitate in rescuing her
because the sea-monster had prior rights, forsooth? Was he--Maurice
Evandale--to stand aside while this gentle delicate creature--the only
woman that he had ever loved--was badgered into an early grave by
cold-hearted kinsmen who wanted to sacrifice her to some family whim? He
would do what he could to save her! There was something imperious in his
heart which would not let him hold his tongue.

"Trust you? Oh, yes--I could trust you with anything!" said Enid, half
unconscious of the full meaning of her words.

"Do you understand me?" said Mr. Evandale. He dropped upon one knee
beside her chair, so as to bring his face to a level with hers, and
gently took both her hands between his own as he spoke. "I want you to
trust me with your life--with yourself! Make no mistake this time, Enid.
Could you not only trust me, but care for me? For, if you can, I will do
my best to make you happy."

"Oh, I don't know!" said Enid. She looked at him as if frightened, then
withdrew her hands from his clasp and put them before her face. "It is
so sudden--I never thought----"

"You never thought that I loved you? No; I have kept silence because I
thought that you loved another. But, if that is not true, and if you are
only trying to uphold a family arrangement which is painful perhaps to
both of you, why, then, there is nothing to keep me silent! I step in
and offer you a way out of the difficulty. If you can love me, I am
ready to give you my whole life, Enid. I have never in my life loved a
woman as I love you. And I think that you could care for me a little; I
seem to read it in your eyes--your poor tired eyes! Rest on me, my
darling--trust to me--and we will fight through your difficulties
together."

He had drawn her gently towards him as he spoke. She did not resist; her
head rested on his shoulder, her slender fingers stole again