But few remarks were exchanged.

Each girl was busy with her own thoughts.

The circumstances that had brought them together seemed too remarkable for mere words.
"'To the victors belong the spoils,'" called Grace as she hopped out of the run-about before John could assist her, with Eleanor at her heels, while the coachman followed more slowly, bearing the box.
The rain was still falling, but it was doubtful whether either girl was sensible to the fact that her hair was heavy with dampness and her clothing and shoes were wet.
"My dear, you had better allow Eleanor to provide you with dry clothing and remain with her to-night," suggested Miss Nevin as they entered the hall.

Then ringing for the maid, she ordered hot chocolate.
"I wish you would stay with me, Grace," said Eleanor rather shyly.

"I have a great deal to say to you." "And I to you, Eleanor," Grace responded.
For a moment they stood facing one another.