The only one she knew possessed of the facts was the man she desired to
save herself from in final way--Dyck Calhoun. Her heart was for the
moment soft to Lord Mallow, in spite of his hatred of Dyck Calhoun. The
governor was a man of charm in conversation. He was born with rare
faculties. Besides, he had knowledge of humanity and of women. He knew
how women could be touched. He had appealed to Sheila more by ability
than by aught else. His concessions to her were discretion in a way.
They opened the route to her affections, as his place and title could not
do.
"No, no, no, believe me, Sheila, I was a man who had too many temptations
--that was all. But I did not spoil my life by them, and I am here a
trusted servant of the government. I am a better governor than your
first words to me would make you seem to think."
Her eyes were shining, her face was troubled, her tongue was silent. She
knew not what to say. She felt she could not say yes--yet she wanted to
escape from him. Her good fortune did not desert her. Suddenly the door
of the room opened and her mother entered.
"There is a member of your suite here, your honour, asking for you.
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