He frowned fiercely, and as his eyes were keen and blue-green, and, backed by a tremendous will, the odds seemed in his favor.

But soon his frown relaxed; a smile replaced it--a handsome acknowledgment of defeat, a humorous confession that she was indeed "on to" him.

"I like you," he said graciously.
"I don't know that I can say the same of you," replied she, no answering smile in her eyes or upon her lips, but a seriousness far more flattering.
"That's right!" exclaimed he.

"Frankness--absolute frankness.

You are the only intelligent woman I have met here who seems to have any sweetness left in her." "Sweetness?
This is a strange place to look for sweetness.