He had, she knew, graduated with honors, being the valedictorian of his class; had risen rapidly in his profession, and, from what her father said, would soon reach a high place among his brother lawyers.

There was even talk of sending him to the legislature, where her own father, the Honorable Prim, had achieved his title.

She wished, of course, that Mr.
Willits's hair was not quite so red; she wished, too, that the knuckles on his hands were not so large and bony--and that he was not always at her beck and call; but these, she was forced to admit, were trifles in the make-up of a fine man.

There was, however, a sane mind under the carrot-colored hair and a warm palm inside the knotted knuckles, and that was infinitely more important than little physical peculiarities which one would forget as life went on.

As to his periods of ill health, these she herself could have prevented had she told him the whole truth that night on the stairs, or the day before when she had parried his direct proposal of marriage--a piece of stupidity for which she never failed to blame herself.
His future conduct did not trouble her in the least.