She was trembling visibly.
Clark's face changed its expression.

He suddenly recalled to mind Alice's rapturous public greeting of Beverley on the day of the surrender.

He was a cavalier, and it did not agree with his sense of high propriety for girls to kiss their lovers out in the open air before a gazing army.

True enough, he himself had been hoodwinked by Alice's beauty and boldness in the matter of Long-Hair.

He confessed this to himself mentally, which may have strengthened his present disapproval of her personal inquiry about Beverley.