Mrs. MacGregor plumed herself upon the improvement in her pupil, which she ascribed to her own civilizing and potent influence, for she was a God-fearing woman.  She didn’t understand that the greatest Power in heaven and earth was at work with Nancy.

But although Glenn became daily more enamored of the girl, he wasn’t so satisfied with things as they were.  He couldn’t say that Nancy really avoided him, of course.  He drove her and Mrs. MacGregor, whom at times he wished in Jericho, out in the car every afternoon.  He sat opposite her at table thrice daily.  Sometimes in the evening he spent an hour or two with her and Mrs. MacGregor, before going to his own room to study.  But it so happened that he never was able to see her alone any more; and Nancy certainly made no effort to bring about that desirable situation.  This made him restive and at the same time increased his passion for her.

For her part, she was perfectly content just to look at him, to know that he was near.  But Glenn was more impatient.  He wanted the fragrance of her hair against his shoulder; he wanted the straight, strong young body in his arms; he wished to kiss her.  And she held aloof.  Although she no longer veiled her eyes from him, although he was quite sure she loved him, she was always tantalizingly out of his reach.  She didn’t seem to understand the lover’s desire to be alone with the beloved, he thought.  He grew moody.  The weeks seemed years to his ardent and impetuous spirit.  One night, happening to need a book he had noticed in the library, he went after it.  And there, oh blessed vision, sat Nancy!  She had been sleepless and restless, and had stolen out of her room for something to read that hadn’t been selected by Mrs. MacGregor.  It was rather late, but finding the quiet library pleasanter to her mood than her own room, she curled up in a comfortable chair and began to read.  The book was Hardy’s “Tess,” and its strong and somber passion and tragedy filled her with pity and terror.  Something in her was roused by the story; she felt that she understood and suffered with that simple and passionate soul.

She looked up, startled, as Glenn entered the room.  He came to her swiftly, his arms outstretched, his face alight.

“You!” he cried, radiant and elate.  “You!”

Nancy rose, torn between the desire to retreat, and to fling herself into those waiting arms.  Glenn left her no choice.  He seized her, roughly and masterfully, and held her close, pressing her against his body.  His lips fastened upon hers.  Nancy closed her eyes and shivered.  She felt small and helpless, a leaf before the wind, and she was afraid.

“Nancy!” he whispered.  “Nancy!  You’ve got to marry me.  We’ll just have to risk it, degree or no degree!  What’s the use of waiting all our lives, maybe, when we love each other?  When will you marry me, Nancy?”

She knew then that she had to tell him the truth, and she trembled.