Quite suddenly Susanna realized she was not alone. Someone was standing in the pool beside her. By the light of the moon she saw it was Fyfe!

For a moment she thought she was imagining him, for there was no bandage over his eyes and he was looking at her.

"My sweet! My darling!" he cried.

She gave a gasp of horror and hid her face.

"Do... not look at me! Please... do not look at me!"

"Why not? You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." He put his fingers under her chin and turned her face up to his. "You are just as. your sweet voice told me you would look!"

"I... think you must still... be blind," she faltered.

Then, as if he could not help himself, he drew her close. His kiss swept away for the moment every thought but love, and Susanna could feel the sensations he aroused in her moving like a flame.

Still holding her captive with his mouth, he reached up and pulled away the hairpins so that her hair fell over her shoulders.

"You are mine." Fyfe cried, and his voice was deep with passion. "Mine now and forever, and I will never let you go."