He was instead faintly conscious that a girl of tall and slender grace, with an aura of golden hair about a face lovelier than he had ever known, was looking at him out of eyes as blue as the prairie crocus and as shy and sweet, that she laid her hand in his as if giving him something of herself, that holding her hand how long he knew not, he found himself gazing through those eyes of translucent blue into a soul of unstained purity as one might gaze into a shrine, and that he continued gazing until the blue eyes clouded and the fair face flushed crimson, that then, without a word, he turned from her, thrilling with a new gladness which seemed to fill not only his soul but the whole world as well.
When he came to himself he found his trembling fingers fumbling with the bridle of his horse.

For a few moments he became aware of a blind rage possessing him and he cursed deeply his stupidity and the gaucherie of his manner.

But soon he forgot his rage for thinking of her eyes and of what he had seen behind their translucent blue.
"My dear child," again exclaimed Mrs.Waring-Gaunt, "I declare you have actually grown taller and grown--a great many other things that I may not tell you.

What have they done to you at that wonderful school?
Did you love it ?" The girl flushed with a quick emotion.

"Oh, Mrs.Waring-Gaunt, it was really wonderful.