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Mutely she obeyed his unspoken command and drank. The draught was unlike anything she had ever tasted before. It revived her, renewing her failing strength.

“I thank you, monsieur,” she said faintly.

He set down the glass, and busied himself once more with her wounded hand.

“I shall not hurt you any further,” he said, as involuntarily she winced.

And he kept his word. The worst of his task was over. He only bathed and bandaged with a gentleness and dexterity at which she marvelled.

At last he looked at her.

“You are better?” he asked.

She met his eyes for an instant. They were absolutely steady, but they told her nothing whatever of his thoughts.

“Yes, I am better,” she said, with an effort.

“Can you walk?” he said.

“I think so, monsieur.”

“Then come with me,” he rejoined, “and I will show you where you can rest.”

She sat up slowly. He bent to help her, but she would not accept his help till, rising to her feet, she felt the floor sway beneath her. Then, with a sharp exclamation, she clutched for support and gripped his proffered arm.

“Monsieur!” she gasped.

He held her up, for she was tottering. Her pale face stared panic-stricken up to his.

“Monsieur!” she gasped again. “What is this? Where am I?”

He made answer curtly, in a tone that sounded repressive.

“You are on board my yacht, mademoiselle.” She swayed, and he put his arm round her. “You are in safety,” he said, in the same brief fashion.

“As–as your prisoner?” she whispered, trying weakly to free herself from his hold.

“As my guest,” he said.

By an immense effort she controlled herself, meeting his stern eyes with something like composure. But the memory of that single, scorching kiss was still with her. And in spite of her utmost resolution, she flinched from his direct gaze.

“If I am your guest,” she said, her low voice quivering a very little, “I am at liberty to come–and to go–as I will.”

“Absolutely!” said Pierre, and she fancied for an instant that he smiled.

“You will take me wherever I desire to go?” she persisted, still battling with her agitation.

“With one exception,” he answered quietly. “I will not take you back to Maritas.”

She shivered. “Then where, monsieur?”

His expression changed slightly. She had a momentary glimpse of the arrogance she dreaded.

“The world is wide,” he said. “And there is plenty of time before us. We need not decide to-night.”

She trembled more at the tone than the words. “I did not think you would leave Maritas so soon,” she murmured.

“Why not, mademoiselle?” His voice suddenly rang hard; it almost held a threat.

She had withdrawn herself from him, but she was hardly capable of standing alone. She leaned secretly against the chair from which she had just risen.

“Because,” she made answer, still desperately facing him, “I thought that Maritas wanted you.”

He uttered a brief laugh that sounded savage.

“That was yesterday,” he told her grimly. “I have forfeited my popularity since then.”

A slow, painful flush rose in Stephanie’s drawn face, but she shrank no longer from his look. “And you have gained nothing in exchange,” she said, her voice very low.

“Except what I desired to gain,” said Pierre Dumaresq.

She made a slight, involuntary movement, and instantly her brows contracted. She closed her eyes with a shudder. The pain was almost intolerable.

A moment later she felt his strong arms lift her and a sudden passion of misery swept over her. Where was the use of feigning strength when he knew so well her utter weakness; of fighting, when she was already so hopelessly beaten; of begging his mercy even when he had warned her so emphatically that she must not expect it?

Despair entered into her. She could resist him no longer by so much as the lifting of a finger. And as the knowledge swept overwhelmingly upon her, the last poor shred of her pride crumbled to nothing in a rush of anguished tears.

Pierre said no more. His hard mouth grew a little harder, his steely eyes a shade more steely–that was all. He bore her unfaltering through the saloon to the state cabin beyond, and laid her down there.