At the very thought of kissing her Grant felt a thrill and a glow she had never before roused in him.

She had an abundance of blue-black hair, and it and her slender black brows and long lashes gave her hazel eyes a peculiar charm of mingled passion and languor.

She had a thin nose, well shaped, its nostrils very sensitive; slightly, charmingly-puckered lips; a small, strong chin.

Certainly she had improved greatly in the two years since he had seen her in evening dress.

"Though, perhaps," reflected he, "I only think so because I used to see her too much, really to appreciate her." "Well, why didn't you ?" she was saying, idly waving her fan and gazing vaguely around the room.
"Why didn't I--what ?" "You were trying to decide why you never fell in love with me." "So I was," admitted Arkwright.
"Now if I had had lots of cash," mocked she.
He reddened, winced.