I've had to take the world by the throat and shake from it
what I wanted. So I've grown hard and willful. All the sweet, fine
things of life I've missed. But with you beside me I'm not too old to
find them yet--if you'll show me the way, Sheba."
A wave of color swept into her face, but her eyes never faltered from
his. "I'm not quite sure," she said in a low voice.
"You mean--whether you love me?"
She nodded. "I--admire you more than any man I ever met. You are a great
man, strong and powerful,--and I am so insignificant beside you. I--am
drawn to you--so much. But--I am not sure."
Afterward, when she thought of it, Sheba wondered at the direct ease of
his proposal. In the romances she had read, men were shy and embarrassed
and fearful of the issue. But Colby Macdonald had known what he wanted
to say and had said it as coolly and as readily as if it had been a
business detail. She was the one that had blushed and stammered and
found a difficulty in expressing herself.
"I'm going away for two days. Perhaps when I come back you will know,
Sheba. Take your time. Marriage is serious business. I want you to
remember that my life has been very different from yours. You'll hear
all sorts of things about me.
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