Wild himself if I met him," retorted Jack. His brute strength surged through her veins, she could feel his energy in her heart, his life force stolen like candy from a baby. "My lips would belie my heart were I to refuse you. "Have a moment's patience, Sir Rowland," returned Wild; "and you shall hear. But—but how?’ ‘Can you write?’ Gerald asked, digging into one of his capacious pockets and bringing out a leather ring purse. Wild—" "I did," interrupted Jack; "and I never yet broke an engagement. It seems only yesterday that she was running down the Avenue, all hair and legs. .