Now Jean knew that she loved him, overwhelmingly and with every fiber of her being. She had loved him from the first second of their meeting – loved him when she had first trusted him, when she had known she must do whatever he wished, however crazy or strange it may seem. Suddenly she was panic-stricken. “What shall I do when he leaves me?” she cried, feeling a loneliness she had never known, not even in her darkest misery in Scotland.