She had long since become convinced that Willits would never again become intemperate.

He had kept his promise, and this meant more to her than his having given way to past temptations.

The lesson he had learned at the ball had had, too, its full effect.

One he had never forgotten.

Over and over again he had apologized to her for his brutal insolence in laying his profane hands on her dancing-card and tearing it to bits before her eyes.