It makes me feel better, somehow, to have had any one think so well of me as you do.
And Grant ought to be proud of your friendship." Their eyes met.

She flushed to the line of her hair and her glance fell, for she felt utterly ashamed of herself for the design upon him which she had been harboring.

"Let us go in and join the others," said she confusedly.

And her color fled, returned in a flood.
"No, I'm off," replied he, in his ordinary, sharp, bustling way.

"I'm not defeated.