W. C. Morrow,
Lentala of the South Seas: The Romantic Tale of a Lost Colony
“ There was the queerest, brightest twinkle in Annabel’s eyes as she studied me. In astonishment I glanced at Christopher. The look with which he met mine was one of benevolent kindness. “Dear old Christopher!” came softly from the other room; then, after a pause, “How can Mr. Tudor manage without you?” “He can’t, ma’am.” He made the audacious answer while calmly regarding me. Can it be believed that I dared not see Lentala’s challenge, and that something which I could not master held me a silent fool in the chair? Surely there must be men besides me whom love makes humble and timid. ”
