He--" In spite of herself she glanced towards her room as if to flee; she writhed at the utter absurdity of her appearance, and knew the Lieutenant must be laughing at her.

But flight would only make it worse, so she stood as she was, having drawn back as far as she could, till the table checked her.
Burrell, however, was not laughing, nor smiling even, for his embarrassment rivalled hers.
"I was looking for your father," he said, wondering if this glorious thing could be the quaint half-breed girl of yesterday.

There was nothing of the native about her now, for her lithe young figure was drawn up to its height, and her head, upon which the long, black braids were coiled, was tipped back in a haughty poise.

She had flung her hands out to grasp the table edge behind her, forgetful of her shawl, which drooped traitorously and showed such rounded lines as her ordinary dress scarce hinted at.

This was no Indian maid, the soldier vowed; no blood but the purest could pulse in such veins, no spirit save the highest could flash in such eyes as these.