The charming masterfulness of her manner, the toss of her proud little head, might have quickened duller pulses than those of Richard Harrison.  It was so sweet to him to be commanded, to meet this glowing life and kindliness after the weeks of dull solitude that had almost bereaved him of his wits.  For a little while he might delay; let him have just a few moments more in the warmth and brightness; let him keep one fair memory to take out with him into the cold darkness.