The two were borne on the tide of Colin's wild elation and Bridget's more impersonal enthusiasms.

They were like travellers steaming through strange seas, not knowing what they were going to find at the end of the voyage and too excited to care.
That was the way of Bridget O'Hara, but it was not the way of Colin McKeith.
Yet his closest intimates would scarcely have known him at this period.
He was as a man bewitched, with intervals only of his ordinary commonsense.

In these intervals the consciousness of glamour made him vaguely uneasy.
Had Joan Gildea been there she would have seen all this and would have observed signs of over-strain in Bridget--something faintly apprehensive yet obstinately determined.

And Joan would have understood that when an O'Hara woman gets the bit between her teeth, she will not stop to look back or to consider whither she is galloping.

Bridget kept herself continually on the go.