"How do you do, Mrs. Taylor?' he said, and before I had a chance
even to open my mouth and reply, he came to me and calmly put his
arms around me.

"You can fancy my feelings. I was simply paralysed!

"Mr. Waterman?' I gasped.

"I didn't hear what he said; I was almost dazed with anger and
fright. I remember I cried several times, 'Let me go!' but he paid
not the slightest attention to me. He just held me tight in his
arms.

"Finally I got myself together, a little. I didn't want to bite and
scratch like a kitchen-wench. I tried to speak calmly.

"'Mr. Waterman,' I said, 'I want you to release me.'

"'I love you,' he said.

"'But I don't love you,' I protested. I remember thinking even then
how absurd it sounded. I can't think of anything that wouldn't have
sounded absurd in such a situation.

"'You will learn to love me,' he said. 'Many women have.'

"'I am not that sort of a woman,' I said. 'I tell you, you have made
a mistake. Let me go.'